"He wasn't dead at all; it's the Breath-holding Skill," Rong Heng retracted his own medicine, feeling relieved, "it saved me some medication."
As he spoke, Rong Heng took out a red pill, tapped it against Duoji's chin, and fed it to him, "However, he's about to bleed to death."
"If we hadn't come, he would have eventually died anyway, right?" Gu Lan asked.
Rong Heng lowered his head, listening carefully to Duoji's heartbeat, and said, "When he was stabbed, he used the Breath-holding Skill to feign death, but due to excessive blood loss, he completely lost consciousness about half an hour ago. If we were any later, he would have been dead without a doubt."
"Let's take him back then."
*
That night, Duoji opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Gu Lan, he closed his eyes again, his breathing faint and nearly imperceptible. Rong Heng said, this was the end for him.
