"I know first aid. Let me take a look," Jiang Hao said, stepping forward.
"No, don't touch him."
The director looked at Jiang Hao sternly. "He's having a heart attack. The retirement home has a doctor who'll be here any second. Let the doctor handle it. None of us are qualified to treat him."
The director was right. Compared to Jiang Hao, he trusted the doctor more. If Jiang Hao's reckless first aid caused another accident, the retirement home would be held responsible.
Jiang Hao stepped back helplessly.
The old man's eyes were slightly closed, his face pale. Jiang Hao suddenly had an idea and activated his Heavenly Eye to look over. He saw a shadow slowly rise from the old man's body. Seeing Jiang Hao looking at him, the shadow smiled and waved, then flew upward, passed through the ceiling, and disappeared.
It was the old man's soul. It seemed the old man was already dead.
Just then, a doctor came running over with a case, knelt beside the old man, and began emergency treatment. But Jiang Hao knew that once a person's Three Souls and Seven Spirits had left the body, nothing could save them unless an immortal intervened.
He had never expected that one joke would make an old man laugh himself to death. Jiang Hao felt a little guilty, but seeing the old man smile and wave goodbye at the end, it seemed the old man did not blame him. After all, dying with a smile was a hundred times better than dying in pain.
Everyone else was busy, so Jiang Hao quietly slipped away. As he passed through the corridor, he saw photos of the elderly residents hanging on the walls.
He saw the old man's photo. In it, the old man wore glasses and