Wu Heng's voice paused slightly, and his gaze seemed to casually sweep toward the emergency room. Sam lay inside, while Dean sat there too, unaware that he was also teetering on the edge of life and death.
"Are you sure you only have one son who needs saving?"
John's heart lurched at those words. He did not understand the deeper meaning behind Wu Heng's question. At that moment, all his thoughts were focused on the dying Sam, and he had overlooked everything else.
Yet an ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
He kept feeling as though he had missed something, but he could not remember what it was. His mind was far too chaotic right now.
Wu Heng did not expect an answer. He simply continued in that calm, unruffled tone, "Sacrifice sounds tragic and heroic, but most of the time, blind sacrifice is merely the laziest solution, because it avoids more complex thought and harder choices."
"The Morik Family follows the principle of equivalent exchange, but it values wise choices and long-term worth even more." Wu Heng's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "Your life may be valuable, but right now, it is not what I need."
"And even if you wanted to force a deal, you would still need Dean and Sam's consent. After all, they are my friends. I have no interest in saving an enemy."
Wu Heng's meaning was obvious. If he worked with John and did this behind their backs, would Sam, once he woke up, see Wu Heng as the man who had killed his father?
His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over John's burning determination.
John froze. He had not expected Wu Heng to refuse, much less in this way. An even deeper sense of helplessness