Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1215 - 1216: The Strange Tattoo

Xue'er, with her head tilted on her father's chest, suddenly moved her fingers slightly.

The elderly man, who had been anxiously watching his daughter, had a drastic change in expression. Ecstatic joy struck his heart like a bolt of lightning.

"She... her hand moved, it moved!"

The old man shouted, tears streaming down his face.

He held Xue'er tightly, calling repeatedly, "Xue'er, wake up quickly, your father is here to see you."

Under the stunned gazes of those around, Xue'er finally opened her eyes slowly.

Her eyes were blank and bewildered: "Dad... why are you here? Why am I not dead yet?"

The old man's excited and joyful voice imdiately caught everyone's attention.

Everyone saw this miraculous scene, and couldn't help but gape, exclamations arising everywhere.

"My god, she's really alive again, my heavens!"

"What... what did I just see, is this real?"

"Weren't they giving up on treatnt? How is she alive again, this person's dical skills are defying heaven."

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Liu Zhifu also saw this scene, feeling as if a huge iron hamr had struck his heart.

Due to the shock, he fell into a brief dizziness.

In an instant, all the Western dicine theories and beliefs Liu Zhifu had studied throughout his life collapsed in the face of this cruel fact.

Heart rate, pulse, breathing, and blood circulation theories—all beca nonsense in the face of this resurrection miracle.

"Oh my god, how... how is this possible!"

Liu Zhifu's head felt dizzy, buzzing.

He had never imagined that a patient he had diagnosed and given up hope on would actually co back to life.

He staggered, nearly collapsing, but was steadied by a young doctor behind him.

"Director Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Zhifu quickly regained his composure, waving his arms and issuing orders loudly.

"Quick, quickly organize a team to start resuscitation imdiately. Where's the stretcher? Prepare all the equipnt, test the patient's vital signs."

Listening to Liu Zhifu's orders, the doctors and nurses scattered and began to busy themselves.

Yang Fei, smoking a cigarette, lazily stopped Liu Zhifu, looking dark and grim.

"Don't bother, I rely stimulated her life potential, she could die at any ti."

If it had been just now, Liu Zhifu would not have paid any attention to Yang Fei's words.

But after witnessing such miraculous dical skills from Yang Fei, he involuntarily felt a great respect for him.

"Then should we do nothing?"

Yang Fei nodded, looking sympathetically at the old man and Xue'er.

"Life and death parting, leave the last monts to them, the father and daughter. If you are considerate, arrange a private room for them."

Liu Zhifu looked at Yang Fei, stunned, then sighed helplessly after a few seconds.

"Alright, I trust you, I'll handle this matter."

Two dical staff pushed over a stretcher.

Yang Fei helped the old man place the girl onto the stretcher, and Liu Zhifu took a deep breath.

"Let's go to my operating room. If anything happens, treatnt can be carried out imdiately."

Yang Fei nodded, and at that mont, as the girl lay on the stretcher, a purple tattoo was exposed at her waist, looking very unusual.

Yang Fei was startled, eyes narrowing, staring intensely at that peculiar pattern.

The pattern on the girl's waist was a bullet, with a Fallen Angel design on it, complented by silver edging on the bullet head.

The tattoo artist's skill was not very good, but this pattern made Yang Fei's eyes widen in shock.

He stepped forward, blocking the stretcher, his voice involuntarily becoming very low.

"Xue'er, tell the truth, how did you get this tattoo?"

The girl looked at Yang Fei blankly, obviously not recognizing him.

The old man, tearful with gratitude, almost knelt down to kowtow to Yang Fei: "Snow, this master saved you. Our whole family must kowtow to him."

Xue'er glanced at Yang Fei, then turned her head, her eyes slightly red, her tone icy: "I don't know."

Liu Zhifu, however, worried about Xue'er's condition, gave a suggestion.

"Master, let's allow the patient to rest for now, let them, father and daughter, talk. Just in case..."

Yang Fei knew what Liu Zhifu ant, sighed, and nodded: "Alright."

His eyes, like those of a hawk, remained fixated on the tattoo on the girl's waist, inwardly sneering.

"After searching with great effort, on this girl's body, I unexpectedly discovered a clue to the Evil Dragon's leak."

He mused in his heart, secretly taking out a bullet, engraved with a Fallen Angel design and trimd with silver.

It was evidence provided by Wu Yuanzhong to Yang Fei, and even Yang Fei hadn't expected to find a clue so easily.

Liang Jiayi suddenly noticed a drastic change in Yang Fei's deanor, confused.

She wanted to ask Yang Fei, but he and Liu Zhifu rushed into the operating room.

Just as the two reached the operating room door, Yang Fei stopped Liu Zhifu.

"Leave the rest of the ti to them, it's really pitiful."

Liu Zhifu, being a research-focused expert, frowned.

"Master, I don't know what thod you used to revive this dead person."

"But I'm her doctor, and I'm responsible for her. I need to go in and check her body."

Yang Fei snorted: "Bullshit, if you were really responsible, she wouldn't be like this."

"She doesn't have much ti left, let's leave it to her and her father."

In Yang Fei's hand, he tightly held the bullet, the blood feud of the Evil Dragon Brothers spreading like a Poisonous Fire in his heart.

No matter how furious Yang Fei was, he was fully aware that these few minutes of farewell ti were the most precious monts for the old man and Xue'er.

Yang Fei was burning with anxiety, yet he comforted himself.

"Investigating a female college student is not difficult, even if she doesn't say how she got this tattoo, I have ways to find out."

Although he said this, Yang Fei focused all his mind, activating Snake Stupefaction, extending his hearing to its limits.

Inside the operating room, Xue'er saw her father and began to sob.

"Dad, I'm sorry, your kindness, I will repay it by being a horse or ox in the next life."

The old man's voice was loving yet filled with heartbreaking sobs.

"What stupid things are you saying, father-daughter bond is only this life, not the next. Just hearing you call dad again, I am already content."

Yang Fei asserted that the girl's life could end at any mont; at this mont, both of them were heartbroken beyond asure.

The old man hesitated for a mont and finally voiced his suspicious question.

"Xue'er, what on earth happened? Why would you suddenly want to kill yourself?"

"Did so bastard bully you, tell and I'll fight them!"

"Dad, please don't go..."

Xue'er exclaid uncontrollably, her emotions slightly agitated, her breathing suddenly becoming intermittent.

The old man's frightened voice ca out.

"Xue'er, what's wrong... Master, help!"

Yang Fei was taken aback and dashed into the operating room.

He saw the girl on the bed, her breath weak, her face, once slightly flushed, now turned ashen gray.

Yang Fei pressed his hand to her back, channeling a stream of Essence Qi into her heart, functioning like a defibrillator to assist her heart in beating.