Chapter 414
Despite his bruised and swollen face, Ernest felt a wave of relief as his body began recovering. After checking himself thoroughly to confirm he was really okay, he burst into laughter.
“I’m alive! I actually made it!”
The bodyguards looked at him in disbelief before turning to Andrew. They could not comprehend how a few kicks could save someone’s life. Was this guy some kind of miracle worker?
Andrew explained clinically, “Mr. Ramsey’s main problem was blocked pressure points causing blood congestion. My kicks cleared those blockages and restored proper circulation, which naturally resolved the issue.”
“But Andrew, why do I feel so weak even though the pain is gone?” Ernest asked, holding his head. “I feel like I’m about to pass out.”
Andrew smiled knowingly. “That’s normal. Most people would have died from losing that much blood. You survived only because of your strong constitution and all those supplements you take.”
Ernest’s face turned pale. “Are you saying my life force is severely depleted?”
“Not just depleted,” Andrew corrected him. “You’re like a candle in the wind—one wrong move and your light could go out permanently.”
Cold sweat broke out on Ernest’s forehead. “Are you exaggerating?”
Andrew gestured casually. “You don’t believe me? Try moving around a bit and see for yourself.”
Ernest attempted to take two steps forward. His legs trembled with weakness, and after those mere steps, he was panting heavily, his tongue hanging out like an exhausted dog.
“Why? Why am I like this?” Ernest raged, unable to accept his condition. “How am I different from a frail old man now?”
The bodyguards pointed accusingly at Andrew. “Mr. Ramsey, this guy must have done something to you. He’s definitely behind this!”
“Mr. Ramsey, you should be thanking God that I managed to save your life,” Andrew sighed as Ernest glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
He continued, “Instead of showing gratitude, you’re treating me like an enemy. Maybe I shouldn’t have saved you after all.”
Ernest shouted, “I don’t care! You saved me, so you’re responsible for fixing everything! How can I live if I can’t eat, drink, or even touch women?”
Andrew nodded matter-of-factly. “You’re right, Mr. Ramsey. In your current condition, you can’t drink alcohol, overeat, or engage in any strenuous physical activities, especially with women!”
Ernest staggered, nearly losing his balance. “Without these pleasures, what’s the point of living?”
Life without his favorite indulgences—fine food, expensive liquor, and beautiful women—seemed worse than death to him.