At this moment, the atmosphere inside the second-floor resting room was heavy.
Nie Feng and the several stretcher-bearing guards stood to one side, their eyes glued to Lin Fan's every move. Despite having traveled far and wide on national assignments over the years and considering himself well-versed, he had never heard of a doctor needing to stick himself with a needle to save a patient.
He watched as Lin Fan unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt, revealing a strange lotus-shaped mark over his heart.
SHINK!
Without a shred of hesitation, he fiercely plunged the silver needle into the center of the mark.
In an instant, a frigid gust of wind seemed to sweep through the room. A terrifyingly vast and formless pressure erupted from within Lin Fan's body, instantly enveloping everyone present.
Nie Feng's face contorted in alarm. He and the guards stumbled back in unison, unable to stop themselves.
