Zhang Dan didn't get angry. He admitted, he was shameless.
"Force him to take it!" Zhang Dan threatened the couple.
The man, who had briefly held onto a glimmer of hope, now faced the harsh reality. He looked at his son's lifeless body with tears in his eyes, then resolutely prepared to push the pill into Shandu's mouth.
Shandu had no other choice. If he didn't take the medicine, the couple would die here with him. He had already involved their son in this mess; he couldn't let them die as well. The pill was a precious healing medicine that could treat his internal injuries and relieve his pain, but in that moment, it felt like a burden, a torment. His heart was filled with agony as he knew it was a medicine meant for his own survival, yet he couldn't bring himself to swallow it.
At that moment, he saw the young boy's spirit floating upward. Tears instantly streamed down Shandu's face as guilt overwhelmed him.