Chapter 984: Chapter 984: I’m Not Asking For You
Jiangli heard this, and tapped his fingers on the table.
Xia Xin quickly reacted and made a cup of tea for Jiangli.
Jiangli held the teacup, then said, “I can’t heal his injuries.”
Upon hearing this, Su Lifan and Guo Ji both felt their hearts leap.
Su Lifan burst into tears, “Abbot…you, you know about my son’s illness, right? My son said you could save him, you can’t just let him die!”
Guo Xuwen also opened his eyes, looking at Jiangli with blurred vision.
Jiangli knew he was looking at him, and staring at Guo Xuwen, said, “I told you yesterday, you have to bear the consequences of your own misdeeds, but you refuse to admit it. In that case, I can’t save you.”
Guo Xuwen’s lips twitched, and his fingers on the table gradually clenched.
“Misdeeds…?”
Su Lifan was suddenly stunned when she heard this.
Jiangli glanced at her, “It’s only right to pay with your life for a life taken. If he sincerely repents, maybe there’s still a chance to spare his life; otherwise, no one can save him. If you want him to live a few more days, take him to the hospital. Staying here is just a waste of time.”
Jiangli was straightforward.
Su Lifan’s body swayed violently, almost falling.
Guo Ji reflexively supported her, looking at Jiangli with reddened eyes, hoarsely said, “Abbot, what do you mean by this? How could my son have committed such misdeeds? He hasn’t even killed a fish, let alone a person! Isn’t there some mistake?”
Jiangli hadn’t spoken yet.
Suddenly, Guo Xuwen forced his body, shakily stood up.
Seeing his state, Guo Ji’s heart tightened; he let Su Lifan lean on a chair and hurried over to support Guo Xuwen.
Guo Xuwen, however, tried to hold his breath, pushed Guo Ji’s hand away, opened his eyes, and looked at Jiangli.
But all he saw was blur.
He reached out and fiercely wiped his eyes, but still couldn’t see clearly; he could barely make out Jiangli’s direction, but couldn’t see his face.
Yet he knew that this person must be mocking him!
Guo Xuwen gritted his teeth, silent for a long time, his voice hoarse and dry, as if each word would tear through his throat, causing an intermittent burning pain.
“I don’t beg you—”
Jiangli raised his eyebrow, half-smiling, not angry.
Guo Xuwen clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and raised his voice, “You’re a fraud, I shouldn’t have trusted you! I haven’t killed anyone, you’re just talking nonsense, I shouldn’t have come to find you—”
With that, he turned and walked out.
But his steps were terribly unsteady.
After just one step, he suddenly stumbled and fell headlong to the ground.
“Son!”
Guo Ji was shocked, quickly lunging forward, barely managing to catch Guo Xuwen.
But his hands uncontrollably touched Guo Xuwen’s wounds.
Guo Xuwen screamed immediately, “It hurts—”
Guo Ji’s hands instantly became at a loss, wanting to let go, but afraid Guo Xuwen couldn’t stand, he could only shift positions, holding Guo Xuwen’s arm.
But as he supported him, Guo Ji suddenly noticed Guo Xuwen’s body temperature had risen significantly.
In the hospital, Guo Xuwen’s body temperature wasn’t low; now it was even higher.
Guo Ji’s touch felt like touching a red-hot iron plate, burning his hands painfully.
He endured the scorching heat, helped Guo Xuwen, and still sat him down on a chair.
Guo Xuwen was drenched in sweat, and in just a moment, his sweat soaked through Guo Ji’s clothes.
Guo Ji helped him sit, released his hands, looked down at his own hands, already red and throbbing with pain.