"Get up and breathe, damn it!" Qin Fen suddenly shouted, staring fixedly at the ground. An uproar broke out around him. The doctor froze, the nurse looked utterly exasperated, and everyone stared blankly at Qin Fen. After standing there in a daze for ages, this guy had come out with that. It really was a bolt from the blue.
Nobody took his words seriously, because the doctor had already pronounced the man dead. That was right-brain death. That was the crucial criterion for determining whether someone had passed away. People could make mistakes, but equipment couldn't. At that moment, the doctor had effectively issued a death sentence.
They treated Qin Fen's words as nothing more than a joke. Lan Yibing sneered disdainfully. Had this guy gone mad?
Only two people looked hopeful. One was the little girl clutching the hem of Qin Fen's clothes. She had stopped crying and was blinking her wide eyes at her father on the ground.
The other was Little Oil Lamp, Little Fatty. Standing behind Big Chef, his eyes shone as he gazed at Chef Qin bathed in sunlight. He almost prostrated himself at Qin Fen's feet to kiss his leather shoes. A true god! Oh, heavens!
So he isn't a demon god, but a true god! Holy fucking shit, I'm going to make it big! Little Fatty was certain, because he had seen Qin Fen throw the man's soul back into his body and reignite the flame of his life. This was earth-shattering power. Even in the past, he hadn't been able to resurrect anyone. At this moment, he had witnessed a miracle!
"Qin, come on. Go home and get some proper rest!" The older people who knew Qin Fen all began trying to comfort him.
But Qin Fen remained motionless. Only when the