"What are you doing? You don't want your son to live?"

This sentence made Song seem to be stunned for a moment.

After she finished painting, she held Song Yanqing's hand, closed her eyes, and her index finger was gently stroked on Song Yanqing's lips.

She closed her eyes as if she was silently praying or something, and soon, even the paramedics saw that something was wrong.

The pattern she drew on Song Yanqing's face from the blood gradually sank into Song Yanqing's cheeks, and the traces were visibly fading.

At the same time, his face began to come alive, even slightly better than the one he had looked sick before.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

What era is this magical plot?

Song seemed to widen his eyes even more, and his whole body kept trembling.

When the Song family wanted to rush in behind, Song seemed to not know what to think, so he quickly ordered Ah Another: "Close the door quickly!"

Ah subconsciously paid attention to the door of the emergency room.

He knew very well that this scene must not be seen by others.

As Song Yanqing's body regained its freshness, the demons around him roared unwillingly, but they had to retreat.

Before leaving, he looked at Qiao Jin with vicious eyes.

Eventually, it turned into streaks of black smoke and dissipated behind the walls.

And others are invisible.

Song Yanqing's fingers trembled slightly suddenly, and the instrument began to make a crisp sound.

It is a tester that represents the patient's vital function.

Zhong Li'an and the other doctors looked at each other mightily, and they couldn't believe such a thing.

Song seemed to have red circles in his eyes at that time: "Yanqing-"

The voice was filled with excitement, and the heart hung in despair finally fell to the ground.

Song Yanqing's eyes had been gently opened.

Deep eyebrow bones, a pair of eyes like ink, bright and bewildering.

He rolled his eyes, and first saw Qiao Jin holding his palm.

His hands were cold, and at this time, he felt more and more how warm Qiao Jin's hands were.

Qiao Jin still had her eyes closed, and at this moment, she opened her eyes and met Song Yanqing's eyes.

She smiled faintly: "Awake?"

Song Yanqing didn't know that he had stepped into the ghost gate just now, but he probably realized what was happening, and smiled softly: "It seems that I really expected it right." ”

Qiao Jin didn't tell a lie either.

Song seemed to step forward, and his tone trembled: "Yanqing." ”

Song Yanqing looked at Song Yiyin with a sickly smile: "Dad." ”

This Dad, Song seemed to be completely out of tears.

Qiao Jin let go of his palm, he immediately looked at Qiao Jin, Qiao Jin stepped back, and the doctors looked at each other, but they still moved forward and began to check Song Yanqing's body.

When he saw that Song Yanqing's body was only low and everything else was normal, Zhong Li'an nodded slowly: "Medical miracle." ”

Others: "......"

Can this be a medical miracle explanation?

Just now, this girl used a strange way to save a person who had already lost her breath alive!

The blood on Song Yanqing's face has completely disappeared, who would believe that this is a medical miracle?

It's – magic.

Song seems to be not an ordinary person after all, he has a lot of questions to ask Qiao Jin, but definitely not now.

Noting down every face in the room, he wiped away his tears, and his face took on a cold and serious look: "I don't want you to talk about today's events. ”

The doctors trembled, who would dare to say this?

Qiao Jin didn't care: "It's okay, they say it's okay, but if they say it, they will be counterattacked." ”

This is her business, and whatever serious consequences she has if she says it, the cause and effect will be counted on their heads.

Doctors: "......"