This was an old man who might return to God's embrace at any moment. Lin Qi looked at him, held his hand, and told him once again—
"You'll definitely get better!"
This time, the High Priest did not argue or explain why he did not believe that. Instead, he glanced at another door in the bedroom.
Lin Qi followed his gaze. Only then did he notice the faint sound of arguing coming from the room.
When he turned back, the High Priest's face had grown slightly paler.
That also made the tattoos on his face much more conspicuous.
Worn, incomplete, dim, and somewhat terrifying and ferocious!
"The only thing I'm worried about now is my child!"
"You know, I came here and survived until now for them."
"But clearly, those two women and their families didn't realize that. They tried to use him to blackmail me."
As he spoke, the High Priest's emotions fluctuated violently. He suddenly began gasping for breath, and the medical equipment in the room started shrieking frantically.
The doctor, who had been hiding with the family next door, quickly returned to the room. The people arguing in the other room also seemed to stop, and they opened the door expectantly.
One especially spiteful voice even shouted, "Is the old geezer dead?"
Lin Qi glanced back at them. Most of these people knew Lin Qi, and every one of them wore an expression of bewilderment, as if they were ducks with their throats squeezed shut! The doctor injected the High Priest with a shot, and his breathing gradually steadied.
The doctor looked at him with an indifferent gaze, showing no pity or regret. But his expression told Lin Qi that the High Priest did not have much time left.
The butler brought the High Priest some water.