As soon as the hospital room door closed, Chu Mengling, her face drenched in tears, stepped forward and asked, "Qiao Shan, do you think Chen Hao can bring Grandpa back?"
For some reason, Qiao Shan had an unspoken admiration for and confidence in Chen Hao. Even though he had seen that Chu Jinliang was dead, he was still willing to believe in this seemingly impossible task. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I believe in Chen Hao. He can definitely bring Commander Chu back."
Inside the hospital room, Chen Hao was drenched in sweat. No matter how hard he tried, the acupuncture techniques from the Yellow Emperor's Book of Changes had completely stopped working.
As more time passed and Chu Jinliang's heart remained still, Chen Hao grew increasingly anxious.
"What's going on? What the hell is going on? Why isn't it working? Why isn't it working?!"
Chen Hao's hands moved like lightning, the Golden Needles shifting like falling raindrops between the vital acupoints on Chu Jinliang's body. Yet his bodily functions showed no sign of recovery.
Just as Chen Hao continued his desperate attempts, a cold light suddenly shone from the surface of Chu Jinliang's body.
Chen Hao's hands stopped instantly, and he froze.
Chu Jinliang's soul slowly separated from his body and sat up on its own.
Seeing his soul leave his body, and seeing the kind face of the old man before him, Chen Hao could not stop his eyes from filling with tears.
Though Chu Jinliang was also astonished that Chen Hao could see him, he never asked about it. Such questions did not matter to him. Instead, he looked at Chen Hao affectionately and said, "You're here!"
Those two words, "You're here," instantly brought tears streaming down Chen Hao's face.
He clenched all the Golden