No one says who can bring a dying person back from the brink of death.
The hospital can only do its best to rescue them now.
Even though they knew that Song Yanqing had died.
A girl broke into the emergency room suddenly, and the nurse's face changed drastically: "Who are you? The family members of the patient are not allowed in yet!"
Although he was notified to die, he should be rescued, and he still had to be rescued.
It might be futile, but the hospital couldn't bear the despair and anger of the Song family.
Qiao Jin raised his finger: "Get out, you can't save him, but I can."
She walked to the hospital bed, and Song Yanqing's face lying on it had turned gray all over, it was completely the face of a dead person.
What others couldn't see was that beside him, there were still a few tall and weird monsters staring at him.
Under the stunned eyes of the doctor, Qiao Jin touched Song Yanqing's ashen skin - at least the skin was still so smooth.
"Miss, you can't do this!"
Seeing Qiao Jin touch it directly, the medical staff couldn't help it, and came forward to push Qiao Jin out.
The surgeon was Zhong Li'an, an internationally renowned professor who was already Song Yanqing's attending physician.
Holding a scalpel, he didn't stop Qiao Jin, but said slowly, "He's already dead."
He's just stating a fact.
After going through so much and seeing countless life and death events, even if Song Yanqing's status is special, he will not treat him differently.
Already dead, there is no other way.
Everyone in this ward is a doctor with great reputation in the world, and they, too, did not stop Qiao Jin.
Since Qiao Jin was able to come in, he might be from the Song family.
They thought Qiao Jin was just grieving too much.
The moment the medical staff wanted to pull Qiaojin, she turned her head and said coldly, "Don't get in my way."
She seemed to be just an ordinary little girl, but when she said this, she carried a high-ranking attitude, like an order from a high-ranking person, which made people's blood freeze and they couldn't move.
She didn't care about this group of people, and quickly tapped Song Yanqing's facial features.
Then she cut her finger with the knife in the operating room, blood gushed out, and she dripped onto Song Yanqing's lips.
His lips had already lost their color, but now they were stained with blood, which was strange and enchanting.
"Who are you?"
Outside, Song Siyin also rushed in, and he realized that Qiao Jin was a stranger.
He didn't want any accidents to happen to his son when he died.
When I rushed into the emergency room, I saw this scene.
Blood dripped onto Song Yanqing's lips. Qiao Jin drew a simple pattern on Song Yanqing's facial features with his bloody fingers. It seemed simple, but at first glance it seemed to make people dizzy.
The medical staff couldn't understand, but the demon next to Song Yanqing had a bad feeling.
They opened their mouths and roared, like the whispers of demons, listening to them can make people have nightmares for three days and three nights.
As soon as Qiao Jin changed his painting, he said slowly: "Don't yell, you're so annoying, you want his soul? All right, come out and hit me."
Hearing this, the demon roared even more.
The Rakshasa Realm and the Human Realm are different spaces, and if they can come out, there is no such a laborious way.
But the people in the ward had no idea what she was talking about.
Seeing Qiao Jin's actions, Song Siyin was furious: "What are you doing to my son?"