Before Ao Gao could finish his sentence, his movements came to an abrupt halt.
A hand quietly reached out, pressing lightly on his forehead. Then, under the astonished gaze of him and Meng Sang, it was as if time was reversing.
The spreading blood began to contract, shattered organs reassembled, and gaping wounds closed again.
Life returned.
When the hand slowly withdrew, they finally noticed Ji Jue, who had appeared there at some unknown time.
"Mr. Ji?!"
Ao Gao stood frozen, disregarding the pain on his body. Instinctively, he tried to get up but was pressed down again by the sweeping finger.
"Don't rush to move. This is merely like stitching up after a surgery, you're still in pieces. Let me see, poison, gunshot wounds, spinal fracture... your heart was almost torn out, you really have a strong will to live."
Ji Jue mused with a sigh, pulling over a chair and sitting down, he praised:
"A good idea indeed."
