He did manage to stop the bleeding, but it seemed too late.
Cui Xiong's life continued to ebb away rapidly.
"..."
Chen Lusi raised his other hand and pressed it against his abdomen.
But Spirit was merely energy; it couldn't reconstruct flesh or halt the passing of life.
Just stopping the bleeding couldn't change anything.
"I..."
Cui Xiong once again uttered weakly.
Chen Lusi moved his gaze from his abdomen and looked at his face.
Suddenly.
Cui Xiong, from who knows where, found the strength to grasp Chen Lusi's arm tightly.
"I don't want to die..."
Cui Xiong slightly tilted his head back, with a sob, and uttered a few words softly.
"..."
Chen Lusi was silent for a moment, then softly said, "I'm sorry."
"I don't want to die... Why..."
Cui Xiong, with tears, repeated once more, but his voice grew fainter and fainter.
Then, as if all strength had left him... his tilted head fell weakly, and his hand holding Chen Lusi's arm slowly loosened.
He hadn't finished speaking.
