[ He refocuses his attention on Daan. It would be understandable, he thinks, if he'd avoided assistance out of fear. On the other hand, there's a part of him that does realize it had been foolish to try handling things on his own. Daan's right; he's not a doctor.

So he nods in response to the other man's instructions. Despite the earlier frost, it's clear to Yi Sang that Daan has a kind heart. ]

I am unaccustomed to seeking medical aid, but I will do my best to remedy this.

[ It truly, genuinely, hadn't crossed Yi Sang's mind until he realized the injury had manifested into something beyond his control.

He glances down at his freshly-bandaged hand. Daan's done a far superior job than any of his previous amateurish attempts, excess fabric falling out everywhere. ]

...it is nevertheless true that they were highly effective at maintaining my focus. I imagine the theory behind them was like fitting a horse with blinders, encouraging it to continuously move forwards.