The drunkard stopped his restless pacing and looked at the items in the medical kit on the table, reaching inside to pull out a pack of silver needles that hadn't been used in a long time.
In the end, he gripped the needle pack tightly and finally made up his mind.
Mu Han, you can do this.
As long as you manage the time well, even if you miscalculate, you can still save the person in time.
If, if you can't save them... then you might as well give up your own life for theirs.
Anyway, he didn't want to live anymore, having forced himself to continue for so many years. If it weren't for the one thing in this world that made life worth living, he would never have chosen to live so arduously.
If they couldn't stay in this world, then perhaps it was time to go below; who knows, maybe it would be easier and more comfortable than here.
Having made up his mind and deciding to take a gamble, the drunkard began preparing the things he would need.