Zhang Feng requested a quiet room from the emergency doctor.
The doctor, eager to accumulate some good karma, complied quietly without letting others know, perhaps wanting to take all the credit for himself.
But it didn't affect Zhang Feng at all.
He asked everyone to leave, leaving only Lin Rui and himself in the room.
He pulled off the white cloth covering the stretcher, revealing a man in his thirties underneath.
At this moment, the man's complexion was ashen, and his skin was cold.
Yet, there was no look of pain on his face; he appeared so peaceful.
But this state clearly indicated he was already dead.
So Lin Rui asked, slightly pursing her lips:
"Zhang Feng, are you sure he's not dead yet?"
Zhang Feng looked at the man on the stretcher, gently waved his hand, and said:
"Give it a few more minutes, and he will definitely be dead!"
After saying this, Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly gleamed like lightning!
