No one says anyone can pull a breath away from the brink of death.

The hospital can only try its best to rescue it now.

Although they knew that Song Yanqing had already died.

A girl suddenly broke in outside the emergency room, and the nurse looked at her and changed her expression: "Who are you? The patient's family cannot come in yet!"

Although I was notified to die, I still need to rescue me.

It may be useless, but the hospital could not bear the despair and anger of the Song family.

Qiao Jin raised his finger: "Everyone is out, you can't save him, I can save him."

She walked to the edge of the hospital bed, and Song Yanqing's face lying on it had turned gray and gray, and she was completely a dead face.

What others couldn't see was that on the edge of him, there were a few tall and weird monsters eyeing him.

In the doctor's stunned eyes, Qiao Jin touched Song Yanqinghuibai's skin - at least her skin was still so smooth.

"Miss, you can't do this!"

Seeing Qiao Jin touching him directly, the medical staff couldn't help but come forward and wanted to push Qiao Jin out.

The person who was in charge of the surgery was the internationally renowned professor Zhong Lian, who was old and was the attending physician of Song Yanqing.

He held the scalpel and did not stop Qiao Jin, but said slowly: "He is dead."

He is just stating a fact.

After experiencing so many things and seeing countless separations in life and death, even if Song Yanqing has a special identity, he will not treat him differently.

It's dead, there's nothing we can do about it.

Everyone in this ward is a doctor with great reputation internationally, and they are also them who did not stop Qiao Jin.

Since Qiao Jin can come in, he may be from the Song family.

They think Qiao Jin is just overwhelmed.

The moment the medical staff asked to pull Jojin, she turned her head and said coldly: "Don't get in the way of me."

She looked just an ordinary little girl, but she said this with a high-ranking attitude, like a command from a high-ranking person, which made her blood clotting and unable to move.

She didn't care about these people, and her fingers quickly tapped Song Yanqing's facial features.

Then he took the knife from the operating room and cut his fingers open. Blood gushed out and she dripped onto Song Yanqing's lips.

His lips had already lost their color, and were stained with blood at this time, which was strange and enchanting.

"Who are you?"

Outside, Song Siyin rushed in too. He reacted now and realized that Qiao Jin was a stranger.

He didn't want any accidents to happen to his son until he died.

I rushed into the emergency room and saw this scene.

Blood dripped on Song Yanqing's lips. Qiao Jin used his fingers that were gushing out of blood to draw a simple pattern on Song Yanqing's facial features. It seemed simple, but when you glanced at it, it seemed like a dizzy feeling.

The medical staff couldn't understand it, but the demon next to Song Yanqing had a bad premonition.

They open their mouths and roar, like a demon's whisper. After listening, they can make people have nightmares for three days and three nights.

Qiao Jin changed his painting and said slowly: "Don't yell, I'm so annoyed that I want his soul? OK, rush out and hit me."

The demon roared even more when he heard this.

The Rakshasa realm and the human realm are different spaces. If they can come out, there will be no such effortless way.

But the people in the ward had no idea what she was talking about.
Chapter completed!