The doctor's heart softened, and he spoke, "The person is definitely going to die, but I'll give it a try." After saying this, the doctor turned and whispered to a nurse next to him; shortly afterwards, a nurse with an anxious expression ran towards the inpatient building, and soon, several medical staff ran out carrying a stretcher.
"Actually... I think I could try to save him as well." Fable stepped out from the shadows at some point, walking unsteadily as if he could fall at any moment. It wasn't until Fable got closer that Little Drilling Wind could see Fable's condition—his face was so pale it was devoid of any color, and the blood from the corner of his mouth had flowed to his chin, then slowly dripped to the ground.
Before collapsing, Fable smiled at Little Drilling Wind, but all his teeth had been stained red with blood.
The punishment for overusing one's life force was not limited to physical weakness—in extreme cases, actors could also suddenly drop dead.
