“What do you mean? Don’t you want your son to live?”
This sentence caught Song Siyin off guard.
After she finished painting, she took Song Yanqing’s hand, then closed her eyes and stroked Song Yanqing’s lips with her index finger.
She closed her eyes as if she was praying silently, and soon, even the medical staff saw that something was wrong.
The pattern she’d painted on Song Yanqing’s face with her blood was gradually sinking into Song Yanqing’s cheek, and the traces were fading at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, his face began to regain its color, and his complexion looked even healthier than his sickly complexion from before he died.
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
What sort of magical impossibility was this, in this modern era?
Song Siyin’s eyes widened. His whole body was shaking.
When the Song family were about to come in, for some inexplicable reason, Song Siyi quickly told Ah-Ling, “Close the door quickly!”
Ah-Ling reflexively closed the door of the emergency room.
He knew very clearly that this moment mustn’t be seen by others.
As Song Yanqing’s body returned to life, the monsters around him shouted unwillingly, but they had to retreat.
Before leaving, they shot daggers at Qiao Jin.
In the end, they turned into black smoke and dissipated into the wall.
The others couldn’t see any of this.
Song Yanqing’s fingers trembled a little, and the instruments began to make crisp beeps.
It was a machine that represented the vital signs of the patient.
Zhong Li’an and the other doctors looked at each other. They couldn’t believe that such a thing had actually happened.
Song Siyan’s eyes immediately grew red. “Yanqing–”
His voice was filled with excitement, and his lurching heart that had leaped into his throat from despair finally fell in relief.
Song Yanqing’s eyes opened slightly.
His features were chiseled, and his ink-dark eyes were alluring.
He glanced around, and he saw Qiao Jin holding his hand.
His hands were cold, and at this time he felt the warmth of Qiao Jin’s hands more and more.
Qiao Jin still had her eyes closed. At that moment, she opened her eyes and met Song Yanqing’s gaze.
She smiled faintly. “You’ve woken up?”
Song Yanqing didn’t actually know that he had actually stopped breathing moments before, but he realized what had probably happened, and smiled softly. “It seems that my suspicions were right.”
Qiao Jin hadn’t told him lies, either.
Song Siyin was trembling as he stepped forward. “Yanqing.”
Song Yanqing gazed at Song Siyin with a weak smile. “Dad.”
Upon hearing him call him dad, Song Siyin completely teared up.
Qiao Jin let go of his hand, and he immediately looked at her. Qiao Jin stepped back. The doctors looked at each other, then they started to examine Song Yanqing’s body.
When they saw that Song Yanqing’s vital signs were a little low but everything else was normal, Zhong Li’an nodded slowly. “Medical miracle.”
The others were dumbstruck.
Could this really be explained as a medical miracle?
Just now, this girl had used such a bizarre method to bring a person who had died back to life!
The blood on Song Yanqing’s face had completely disappeared. Who would believe this was simply a medical miracle?
This was…magic.
Song Siyin was no ordinary person. He had many questions to ask Qiao Jin, but definitely not now.
After taking note of every face in the room, he wiped away his tears, then said solemnly, “I don’t want any of you to say anything about what happened today.”
The doctors shivered. Who would dare utter a single word?
Qiao Jin didn’t care. “It doesn’t matter. It’s okay if they tell. If they tell, they will experience backlash.”
This was her business, so if there were any serious consequences from them spreading the word, the karma would be on them.
The doctors were speechless.