Chapter 6681
: Life Seal
"The monitoring equipment clearly shows that Dad's electrocardiogram has turned straight, his heart has stopped beating, and he is not breathing anymore! How dare you believe him?" Liu Yuning's voice was high-pitched and sharp, with a kind of hysterical madness.
As he spoke, he pointed at the ECG monitor that was still making a monotonous sound, as if the instrument was his enemy and the source of his anger.
"I'd like to see how this brat can bring my dad back to life! If he can't do it, I'll call the police right away and charge him with fraud!" His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned blue from excessive force, and veins bulged on the back of his hands like a coiled green snake, as if they would break through the skin at any time to attack the liar who was ignorant of his own life and death in his eyes.
His body was shaking slightly with anger, and his feet kept stomping on the ground, like an enraged beast, ready to explode at any time.
Doctor Huang adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. The delicate frame reflected a cold light under the soft but slightly dim light in the ward.
The temples of his glasses swayed gently beside his ears, like a tiny embellishment to his confident posture.
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing the pride of having been in a high position for a long time and having absolute control over his professional field.
He took a step forward, and his black leather shoes made a steady and powerful sound on the marble floor. Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, intensifying the depressing atmosphere at the scene.
He looked serious as if he was about to read out a verdict. The muscles on his face were tense without a single unnecessary expression.
"An hour ago, I carefully examined the patient's condition." His voice was low and slow, and every word seemed to be spoken after careful consideration. "At that time, the pupils had already dilated, and all vital signs were gone. Look at this electrocardiogram, it has been a straight line without any fluctuations, and the respiratory monitor has long been silent. According to medical standards, he has long been determined to be dead."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the medical equipment beside him. His movements were quick and decisive, as if he was presenting indisputable evidence.
"In my opinion, everyone should stop harboring illusions and start preparing for the funeral as soon as possible." His words were cold and cruel, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the hearts of the Liu family.
As he spoke, he shook his head continuously, and his sparse white hair swayed, looking particularly dazzling under the light.
His face was full of unquestionable certainty, and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned down, with a hint of disdain for Xiao Chen and contempt for this farce.
Liu's mother stared at the closed door. At this moment, the door seemed to have become the boundary separating hope and despair.
Her body stood there stiffly, like a stone statue eroded by time and suffering.
Her lips were tightly pursed and bitten until they turned white, as if that was her last line of defense against the fear in her heart.
She said nothing, but her hands couldn't stop shaking slightly, like leaves trembling in the autumn wind.
Her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks on her skin, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
Her eyes were empty yet persistent as she stared at the door, as if through the door she could see Xiao Chen creating a miracle and snatching her beloved husband back from the hands of death.
How much she hoped for a miracle to happen in her heart. It was a desire deep in her bones and the only belief that kept her from falling down in this desperate moment.
Her eyes were filled with anticipation and fear. She was looking forward to Xiao Chen bringing the good news that her husband had woken up, but she was also afraid that what she would eventually receive would be unbearable bad news.
She was like a traveler waiting for dawn in the darkness, eager for the dawn to penetrate the darkness and illuminate the way forward, but also afraid that what awaited her was only a thicker darkness that would swallow her up completely. In the room, Xiao Chen stared at the lifeless patient, who was lying on the bed, his body as thin as a dead branch, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
His face was covered with a layer of gray death, his skin was loose and pale without a trace of blood, like an old piece of paper that had been drained of vitality by time and illness.
Xiao Chen whispered softly, his voice low and firm, as if he was making a solemn promise to himself: "You are lucky to meet me at this last moment."
There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, which was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, carrying a sense of fearlessness and confidence.
"With the superb medical skills I learned in the Immortal Palace, saving you is a piece of cake. I can definitely pull you back from the gates of hell!" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind recounted every bit of learning medical skills from his master in the Immortal Palace. Those magical medical skills and precious elixirs now became the confidence for him to save people.
His hands clenched unconsciously, as if he had grasped the power to save the old man.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen crossed his legs and sat steadily on the space in front of the bed. His posture was like an ancient Buddha statue, exuding an otherworldly temperament.
He slowly closed his eyes, eliminated all external distractions, immersed all his mind into his body, and began to circulate the mysterious and powerful immortal power.
As the technique slowly worked, the air around him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to vibrate slightly, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
A light golden immortal power slowly overflowed from his dantian. The immortal power was like a gurgling stream, carrying a lively and gentle breath, slowly gathering at his fingertips.
The light golden fairy power flickered faintly at the fingertips, as if a group of naughty elves were playing.
Xiao Chen's fingers began to move rapidly, the movements were so fast that it was dizzying. Only afterimages could be seen passing through the air.
His fingers sometimes bent, sometimes stretched, sometimes crossed, and sometimes put together. Every subtle movement was precise and smooth, as if he was playing a mysterious music.
He formed a unique hand seal, and each gesture contained a mysterious power, as if it was the key to open the door to another world.
The shape of the handprint is complex and exquisite, as if it was composed of countless ancient symbols, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"The world is vast, the demons and monsters are hiding, activate the resurrection seal!" Xiao Chen suddenly shouted, his voice resounding through the room like a huge bell. The sound seemed to have a penetrating power, the sound waves echoed back and forth between the walls, shaking the furnishings in the room slightly.
Following this order, the immortal power in Dantian quickly flowed away like a dam bursting.
The true energy was like an angry dragon, rushing out from his dantian and surging wildly along his meridians.
A circle of dazzling golden light radiated around him. The light became brighter and brighter, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.
The objects in the room were all dyed golden by the light, as if they were in a golden dream world. (End of this chapter)