He wasn't dead!
As long as there was even the faintest heartbeat, he could still be saved!
Chen Lin's mind churned, but he didn't hesitate for a second. He immediately gave the two little creatures in his arms an urgent command!
"Clear Wind! Bright Moon! Get in there! Keep him alive, whatever it takes!"
His command was desperate, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
"Meow!"
Two black streaks, faster than shadows, flashed out from Chen Lin's trouser legs like drops of ink dissolving into the night.
They moved so fast that, to an ordinary person, they were no more than an almost imperceptible stirring of air.
Without a sound, they slipped through the operating room door before it closed completely.
Inside the operating room, everything was deathly still.
"Huh? Am I seeing things? Did a cat just run in?" A young nurse packing up the instruments glimpsed a black blur out of the corner of her eye and gasped in surprise.
"A cat? Where would a cat come from? You must be exhausted..." Another nurse was about to tease her, but instinctively followed her gaze.
Just as their eyes were about to fall on the two impossibly beautiful cats, a flicker of ghostly blue light flashed in both Clear Wind's and Bright Moon's eyes.
Illusion! It activated instantly!
The two young nurses froze, their eyes turning blank and vacant, like puppets stripped of their souls.
Their minds went completely blank.
With a nimble leap, Clear Wind landed silently on the cold operating table.
Clear Wind looked at the man covered in tubes, his life flickering as weakly as a candle in the wind, and didn't hesitate.
A soft paw pressed gently against Song Guoan's cold chest.
Healing!
A gentle glow, invisible to the naked eye and brimming