Jiang Hong was unwilling to accept this answer. He was shaking violently. He held the wall with one hand and could barely stand on his feet. He muttered to himself: "How could it not be saved? There must be other ways. It's just a small car accident. Why?"
Can it kill him?"
Mrs. Jiang on the side, after hearing Chi Zao's words, had completely slumped in her chair. She had even forgotten to cry. Her expression was dull, and the only look on her face was the look of despair that she was about to lose her beloved son.
"Brother, brother, look at me!"
In the entire ward, the only thing left was Jiang Zhao's sister crying for Jiang Zhao.
"Thank you, Master! Break the formation! Didn't you say that my family was in such a bad situation because someone set up a Feng Shui formation? Then break the formation quickly. If the formation is broken, won't my son be fine?"
Jiang Hong refused to give up, staring at Chi Zao as if grasping the last glimmer of hope.
Chi Zao glanced at Jiang Zhao, who had lost more air than in. He frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "That Feng Shui formation corresponds to your death, not your son's death. If you break the formation, you can't save it.
His life. If I take action again, I can only fulfill his dying wish."
"What else do you wish for? Isn't my son's wish to live well?"
Jiang Hong was stunned.
"no."
Chi Zao didn't explain much and walked towards Jiang Zhao's bed.
He had no chance to save himself, and his soul body was looming. It was only because of his obsession that he did not take his last breath.
Seeing Chi Zao, Jiang Zhao seemed to sense something, and his dilated pupils gradually focused, staring at her closely, as if praying to her for something.
Pray to her to help him.
Chi Zao sighed softly, looked at Jiang Hong and his wife, and said, "He still has something to say to you. I will help him buy some time to die."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hong and his wife quickly stepped forward and held their son's hand tightly.
Chi Zao took out a pill and stuffed it into Jiang Zhao's mouth.
The elixir melted in the mouth, and within a few seconds, Jiang Zhao looked like he was returning to his original state of mind. His pale face became a little more rosy, and his weak hands held the hands of Jiang Hong and his wife.
This miraculous scene made Jiang Hong and his wife think that their son would survive, and they almost cried with joy.
"He only has the last fifteen minutes left."
Chi Zao's words were like thunder falling.
He completely shattered the glimmer of hope that Jiang Hong and his wife had just raised, and told them with a cruel time limit that fifteen minutes was just a countdown to their son's death.
Mrs. Jiang couldn't hold herself any longer and cried bitterly again.
"Mom, stop crying."
Jiang Zhao gathered strength and spoke.
"son!"
"elder brother!"
The whole family gathers together, and besides crying, there is still crying.
Chi Zao reminded Jiang Zhao, "You still have some time left. If you have anything to say, you can finish it this morning."
Jiang Zhao glanced at her gratefully, "Thank you."
Chi Zao hummed and stood aside, not to disturb the last time the family spent together.
Jiang Zhao's eyes were red, and when he faced his family, his voice trembled and he choked: "Mom, Dad, little sister, I'm sorry."
The sudden apology confused the three of them.
Jiang Hong held back his sore nose and asked, "What are you apologizing for?"
Mrs. Jiang wiped her tears and said, "Son, mom just wants you to live well!"
"That's right, brother! There's nothing wrong with you! As long as you live and our family is together, we don't need anything!" Sister Jiang Zhao said with a tearful voice, speaking from the bottom of her heart.
Jiang Zhao raised his hand and touched her head, "Thank you."
He looked at his father, who had gained a lot of whiteheads and wrinkles during this period, and looked much older, and then looked at his mother, who was wearing thin clothes and no longer looked like the radiant lady she once was. He finally couldn't hold back his tears and even swallowed his tears.
Said: "Dad...I regret it."
"I shouldn't be so willful and insist on starting something... I don't have the talent at all, and I'm not willing to give in. I always want to make some achievements and make you proud of me... But I am so stupid. So stupid
It’s hopeless, it’s me, I’m the one who caused our family to fall into this situation... I’m sorry for you, everything is my fault!”
"When did you say these things?"
Mrs. Jiang stroked Jiang Zhao's face and said with tears, "You are our son! Our only son! And you are not wrong. You just want to make a career and become the pride of your parents."
"
Jiang Hong fell silent.
Mrs. Jiang tugged at him and said, "Speak! My son is right, but it is us parents who are wrong for not giving him the right guidance in time, right?"
Jiang Hong turned around and covered his eyes.
Mrs. Jiang was anxious and angry.
Jiang Zhao looked at Jiang Hong's back and said: "Dad must still be angry with me. You advised me before. It was my willfulness and disobedience to you that led to the current consequences... I ruined my dad's life."
Hard work. Dad...I'm sorry."
"Your father never blamed you!"
Mrs. Jiang quickly comforted her son, and was so anxious that she couldn't help but pull Jiang Hong's hand, "Speak quickly!"
Jiang Hong couldn't bear it.
He didn't want the white-haired man to give away the black-haired man, and he didn't know how to face his son who was about to die.
He just wished he could die in his son's place.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Jiang Hong didn't look back.
Chi Zao glanced at the time and said to him: "There are only three minutes left. Are you sure you want to continue delaying like this? Your son apologized to you and said so much. In fact... he just wanted to get your forgiveness. If you
If you want him to feel better, just say goodbye properly."
"A person dies like a lamp going out. If he dies with obsessions, his soul will not be able to rest in peace and will turn into a lonely ghost, wandering in the world without a chance to be reincarnated."
Jiang Hong froze and turned around suddenly to look at Jiang Zhao, who was sitting on the bed.
In the last few minutes, Jiang Zhao's face lost its luster again, gradually becoming dull and lifeless, as if his life force had been drained out of him in an instant.
His consciousness began to fade, and he clutched his heart and said it hurt...
Jiang Hong's expression changed suddenly, and he rushed to the bedside, holding Jiang Zhao's hand firmly, "Son, look at me. It's dad's fault, you're right. It's dad who didn't stop your willfulness, your mother said so.
That's right, you don't need to blame yourself, don't blame yourself..."
"dad……"
With tears in his eyes, Jiang Zhao looked at Jiang Hong with difficulty, and said the last words with difficulty, "I... forgive me... I'm... sorry... in the next life, I... won't... harm... again...
You guys..."
"son?"
"son!"
"elder brother!"
drop--
The heartbeat monitor next to the bed made a harsh sound, and the screen showed a straight line.
Jiang Zhao is dead.
Before he died, he finally heard his father say that he was not to be blamed and that he was forgiven.
The obsession is gone.
Chi Zao stood calmly in the corner, watching his soul float out of his body, and then it was sucked away by the opened Book of Life and Death.
The only sounds left in my ears were the painful cries of the Jiang family.
At the same time, the system also issued a reminder...