The blood stirred up foam, emitting a slight hissing sound.
If one had good eyesight, they could even see a large amount of gray-white bug carcasses at the bottom of the basin.
With the vile blood spat out, those protruding blue-black veins on Li Fei's body rapidly shriveled like the receding tide, until they vanished without a trace.
The previously short and chaotic breathing gradually returned to being steady and prolonged.
The electric fan in the room was still spinning, but the oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated.
Everyone watched this unbelievable scene, their breaths collectively stalled for half a beat.
The person on the brink of death was pulled back from the gates of hell by a few finger pokes.
Could it be that the Chairman possesses some kind of Divine Skills?
Li Ran was the first to regain her senses.
Her knees buckled as she fell beside the bed, her hands suspended in air, wanting to touch but not daring to lower them, her voice trembling:
