QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots
Chapter 194 - 7.24

Chapter 194: 7.24

"Host! Host! Wake up!"

The system called out again and again, but Jiang Jiamian’s awareness lay dormant, curled like a wounded creature in the shadowed depths of a boundless inner sea of consciousness. He could not see the light, nor hear the system’s voice.

There was only endless darkness.

"Save me... Dad, please save me... It hurts so much..."

The young man was skin and bones, lying on the floor like a discarded corpse. His cheeks were so hollow, his bones so sharp, that it was hard to tell if he was still alive.

At this moment, streaks of blood were flowing down his eye sockets and crawling over the bruises on his face.

The eyeball on that side has become slightly pointed away, unfocused.

A frail hand latched onto the middle-aged man’s pants. The voice, so weak that it seemed like a ghost’s whisper, was full of pleading.

"I, I’ll call 120!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be frightened by the situation. With trembling hands, he frantically took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"No!"

The woman, curvy, maybe in her thirties, flung the bloodstained clothes rack to the floor. In a blink, she seized the phone from the man’s hand, "You’re not calling 120."

The man’s face tightened with urgency, "But he’s seriously hurt! If he doesn’t get to a hospital, he could die! You already took out your anger, why did you hit him that hard?!"

"You are mean to me!?"

The man’s tone seemed to make the woman angry. She snapped, shoving him with sudden force, "You’re scolding me over that woman’s son?! What’s wrong with hitting him? I did it because I love you! I can’t stand seeing that woman’s brat around you all the time!"

"That’s not what I meant!"

The man seemed a little discouraged. He tried to explain something to the woman in a panic. At the same time, he glanced at his weak son on the ground and struggled again. "Let’s not talk about it for now. Let’s send him to the hospital first, okay?"

"No, are you stupid?"

Her eyes widened with fear, "If we call 120, we can’t cover this up! If the police get involved, it won’t just be me in trouble, you’ll be dragged into it too!"

"Help..."

The boy’s weak cry for help was no match for their shouting, his plea was drowned in the noise.

Darkness blurred the edges of his sight. The color drained. Even the red bleeding from his eyes seemed to vanish.

"What do we do?" The man asked, panic creeping into his voice, "If we leave him like this, he might not make it!"

"What could possibly happen? I’ve hit him so many times before, and he was always fine!" The woman’s voice was rising with frustration.

The middle-aged man still hesitated, conflicted. After all, Jiang Jiamian was his biological son, "But... he looks really bad this time..."

The woman rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively, "Ugh, why are you so soft all of a sudden? Come on, let’s go. Just leave him, don’t worry, he won’t die."

The woman pushed the middle-aged man out of the room impatiently, and the door slammed shut, and the whole room fell into darkness.

But this made no difference to Jiang Jiamian.

One of his eyes was blind, and the other was so swollen that he couldn’t open it.

The severe pain in his body made him feel like he would die in the next second.

It hurts, it hurts so much...

It hurts so much that he just wants to die.

Death brings freedom.

Jiang Jiamian lay on the cold floor, each second dragging on like an eternity. Every moment felt like an age, and with each one, he wished for nothing more than to end it.

The unbearable pain seemed to fuel a flicker of strength, just enough to keep him moving. It was already late at night, but he managed to drag himself across the floor, crawling slowly toward the window.

Just a little more... Just a little further...

Each inch left a bloody trail on the ground behind him.

"Immortal Jiang, please don’t scare me! Wake up!"

Lou Yan felt Jiang Jiamian’s breathing grow weaker in his arms, the body still slick with sweat. Panic surged within him, overwhelming everything else. Without hesitation, he spun around, rushing toward Fang Qi while carrying Jiang Jiamian’s frail body in his arms.

A ball of black light flickered to life, forcing its way into Fang Qi’s mind, yanking him from sleep with a jolt. A cold, sinister voice echoed in his ears, a sharp warning that cut to the bone, "What on earth did you use? Tell me or I will cut you into pieces!"

Fang Qi opened his eyes, confused at first, and then saw Jiang Jiamian, who was unconscious and tightly held in Lou Yan’s arms. He was shocked, "Master!"

"Master? You are worthy to call him that?!"

Lou Yan’s hands shot up, trembling with rage. Without hesitation, he thrust three bone-sealing nails into Fang Qi’s body, "Tell me! How can we make him wake up?"

"Um..." Fang Qi’s face turned pale instantly.

He found that his cultivation was like a bucket with a leak at the bottom. The moment the bone-sealing nails pierced in, it suddenly dissipated completely.

"The man... The master of alchemy! He gave me a hallucinogenic elixir. He can make an antidote!"

He was fine, but Master fell into a painful coma. He suddenly felt a lot of self-blame and regret in his heart. Of course, he couldn’t care about anything else at this time, and quickly told everything he knew.

But it was not because he was afraid of Lou Yan.

He deserves to die, Fang Qi told himself, though it tasted bitter in his mouth.

He’s the reason the master’s been locked up in the first place, and now he’s making things worse by trying to save someone.

He was supposed to stop this. Instead, he hurt his master.

"What’s his name and where is he!?"

Lou Yan asked anxiously.

Fang Qi’s face fell, and his heart skipped a beat. "I, I don’t know either. I forgot to ask his name!"

What should he do?

How could he be so confused that he even forgot to ask the other person’s name, identity, and origin?

"You refuse to say?"

Lou Yan’s face was extremely ferocious, his scarlet eyes glowing with bloodlust, "If that’s what you want... I’ll send you to death!"