Chapter 47: What are you doing to my son?

No one said who could bring a breathless person back from the brink of death.
The hospital can only try its best to rescue.
Although they knew Song Yanqing had died.
A girl suddenly broke into the emergency room, and the nurse looked at her complexion greatly changed: "Who are you? The patient's family can't come in yet!"
Although the notice was breathless, but it was time to rescue, it was necessary to rescue.
It may be useless, but the desperate anger of the Song family, the hospital can't bear it.
Qiao Jin raised his finger: "Go out, you can't save him, I can save him."
When she walked to the hospital bed, Song Yanqing's face lying on it had turned gray, completely the face of a dead person.
What others can't see is that on his edge, there are several tall and weird monsters, staring at him.
In the doctor's stunned eyes, Qiao Jin touched Song Yan's gray and gray face-at least the skin was still so slippery.
"Miss, you can't do this!"
Seeing Qiao Jin directly touch it, the medical staff couldn't help it, and came forward to push Qiao Jin out.
The chief surgeon is the internationally renowned professor Zhong Li'an, who is very old and is the attending physician of Song Yanqing.
Holding a scalpel, he didn't stop Qiao Jin, but said slowly: "He is dead."
He was just stating a fact.
After experiencing so much and seeing countless life and death, even if Song Yanqing's identity is special, he would not treat him differently.
Already dead, there is no other way.
Everyone in this ward is an internationally renowned doctor, and they are also them, and they did not stop Qiao Jin.
Since Qiao Jin could come in, he might be from the Song family.
They think Qiao Jin is just overwhelmed with grief.
The moment the medical staff wanted to pull Qiaojin, she turned her head and said coldly, "Don't get in the way of me."
She seemed to be just an ordinary little girl, but she said it with a high posture, like an order from a high-ranking person, which made her blood freeze and couldn't move.
Regardless of this group of people, she quickly tapped her finger on Song Yanqing's five senses.
Then he took the knife from the operating room and cut his finger, blood poured out, and she dripped onto Song Yanqing's lips.
His lips had already lost their color, but now they were stained with blood, strange and enchanting.
"who are you?"
Outside, Song Siyin also rushed in. He reacted right now and realized that Qiao Jin was a stranger.
He didn't want to have any accidents when his son died.
I saw this scene when I rushed into the emergency room.
The blood dripped on Song Yanqing's lips, and Qiao Jin used the fingers to drew a simple pattern on Song Yanqing's five senses. It seemed simple, but at a glance, it seemed to make people dizzy.
The medical staff couldn't understand, but the monster beside Song Yanqing had a bad feeling.
They opened their mouths and screamed like a devil's whisper, which can make people have nightmares for three days and three nights.
Qiao Jin changed his painting and said slowly: "Don't yell, you're so annoying, want his soul? Okay, come out and beat me."
Hearing this, the demon roared more and more.
The Raksha realm and the human realm are originally different spaces. If they can come out, there would be no such laborious method.
But the people in the ward had no idea what she was talking about.
Song Si was furious when seeing Qiao Jin's actions: "What are you doing to my son?"