What Are You Doing To My Son？

No one would say they could bring a non-breathing person back from the brink of death.

The hospital could only try its best to rescue him, although they knew Song Yanqing had already died.

When they say the girl suddenly break into the emergency room, the nurses stared at her with astonishment. "Who are you? The patient's family can't come in yet!"

Although they were notified that he had stopped breathing, there was still time to rescue him, and they had to attempt to save him.

It might be useless, but the fury of the Song family was something the hospital couldn't afford to endure.

Qiao Jin raised her finger. "Leave. You can't save him, but I can."

When she walked over to the hospital bed, she saw that Song Yanqing's face had turned grey and looked exactly like the face of a dead person.

What others couldn't see was that on the edge of his realm, there were several gigantic creepy-looking monsters sneering at him.

Amid the astonished stares of the doctors, Qiao Jin touched Song Yanqing's grey face and discovered that at least his skin was still smooth.

"Miss, you can't do that!"

When they saw Qiao Jin actually touch him, the medical staff couldn't help but step forward to push her out.

The chief surgeon was the internationally renowned professor Zhong Li'an. He was very old, and he was also Song Yanqing's attending physician.

With a scalpel in his hand, he didn't stop Qiao Jin, but simply said slowly, "He is dead."

He was just stating a fact.

After experiencing so much and seeing countless deaths firsthand, even with Song Yanqing's special status, he wouldn't treat him differently.

He was already dead, so there was no other way.

Everyone in the ward was an internationally renowned doctor, but they did not stop Qiao Jin.

If Qiao Jin had made it in, she was probably from the Song family.

They simply thought that Qiao Jin was overwhelmed with grief.

The moment the medical staff tried to pull Qiao Jin away, she turned her head and said coldly, "Don't get in my way."

She seemed to be just an ordinary little girl, but she said this so haughtily, like a high-ranking official issuing a command, that they felt their blood freeze. They couldn't move.

Disregarding the group of people, she quickly tapped her finger on Song Yanqing's face.

Then, she took a knife from the operating room and cut her own finger. Blood poured out, and she let it drip onto Song Yanqing's lips.

His lips had already lost their color, but now that they were stained with blood, they appeared strangely enchanting.

"Who are you?"

Song Siyin had rushed in from outside. After he'd snapped back to reality, he realized that Qiao Jin was a stranger.

He didn't want to have any incidents, even after his son died.

When he ran into the emergency room, he saw this scene.

With her blood dripping on Song Yanqing's lips, Qiao Jin used her bloody fingers to draw a pattern on Song Yanqing's face. It seemed simple at first glance, but it made anyone who stared at it feel dizzy.

The medical staff couldn't understand it, but the monsters beside Song Yanqing got a bad feeling.

They opened their mouths and screamed in devilish whispers creepy enough to give people nightmares for three days and three nights.

Qiao Jin said slowly as she drew the patterns, "Don't yell. You're all so annoying. Want his soul that badly? Okay then, come out and try to beat me."

Upon hearing this, the demons roared more and more loudly.

The Raksha realm and the human realm were different dimensional spaces. If they could actually come out, they wouldn't have to resort to such a laborious method in the first place.

The people in the hospital room had no idea what she was blabbering about.

Song Siyin was furious when he saw what Qiao Jin was doing. "What are you doing to my son?"