"Boss." Zhao Lin's fingers curled slightly, and Ji Zhi exclaimed in surprise.

Amidst the shouts, Zhao Lin frowned slightly.

Everyone was overjoyed to see this; Zhao Lin was alive.

Zhao Shuang suddenly lost her strength, as if all the strength in her body had been instantly drained, and collapsed to the ground.

A dozen minutes later, Zhang Fan stopped releasing his spiritual power, his hand swept over the silver needles, and the needles were put into his palm.

Everyone stared intently at Zhao Lin, wondering whether the man had been saved or not.

Zhao Lin kept his eyes tightly closed, his lips pressed together, and the dark purple color on his lips faded, gradually turning rosy.

Everyone thought Zhao Lin would wake up soon and looked on with anticipation.

But as they waited, there was no sign whatsoever that Zhao Lin intended to come over.

At this moment, a completely black car stopped by the roadside with the words "Jiangcheng Funeral Home" printed in white.

Has someone died here?

Two staff members in black uniforms walked over, and the crowd quickly made way.

Zhao Shuang pointed at Zhao Lin on the ground, then at Zhang Fan: "My father died, killed by this quack doctor!"

"You all need to carry my father away immediately, take him back and cremate him so he can be laid to rest as soon as possible."

Staff members carried over a body stretcher: "We'll take the body away first. You need to get the death certificate quickly so we can cremate it."

Zhang Fan blocked the way: "The person is still alive, you can't take him away."

The staff member frowned in displeasure: "You guys figure it out yourselves. We're in a hurry and don't have time to wait."

The two staff members then turned to leave.

Zhao Lin immediately grabbed one of them, then, showing disdain for their work, withdrew his hand: "I'm his son, listen to me. Thank you both for your hard work, I'll definitely give you a reward later."

Upon hearing that there was money involved, the impatience on their faces vanished instantly, and they picked up a stretcher to take Zhao Lin away.

Seeing Zhang Fan's confident expression, Ji Zhi quietly reached out to check Zhao Lin's breath.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lin wasn't breathing at all.

How can someone who isn't breathing be alive?

"Ah—" A scream echoed through the sky.