Ever since witnessing Mo Han's Zixiao Divine Needle, Lin Renxin had come to regard him as a miracle healer.
Joking aside, to stop bleeding in the heart with just a bare-handed technique and a single needle—how could such a miraculous skill belong to anyone but a miracle healer?
Upon receiving a call from the nurses' station on the sixth floor, Lin Renxin's expression froze.
"Patient in bed 27?"
Something dawned on him, and he picked up his phone and bellowed, "What are you eating? Why didn't you stop them?"
"That's the wife of Miracle Healer Mo!!!"
The young nurse sobbed over the phone, "Director, there were so many of them, and they had weapons. Even the security uncle was taken down, how could we dare to stop them..."
"..." Lin Renxin sighed, knowing that blaming the young nurse was pointless at this moment.
After hesitating for five seconds, Lin Renxin made a phone call.
"Hello, Miracle Healer Mo? This is Lin Renxin from Renkang Hospital."
