Long Lao, lying on the bed, with a face full of wrinkles, regained a complexion filled with blood.
The state of being at death's door just now had been replaced by a rejuvenation of vitality.
He opened his eyes, thinking he must have died.
But he discovered...
"I'm not dead?"
"My body... my injuries... they're healed!"
"How can this be?"
"How could this happen!"
Long Lao's face was filled with disbelief.
He knew his own injuries, his body, like the back of his hand!
Coming here today was to fulfill a wish before dying.
"Mr. Long Lao, your injuries were no simple matter, they almost cost me my life."
Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile beside him.
"Young man, did you save me?"
Long Lao, with his eyes wide, asked Zhang Xiaofan.
"That's right."
Zhang Xiaofan replied.
"You... saved me... this..."
Long Lao sat up, his eyes wide as he sized up Zhang Xiaofan.
"Could this be the so-called miracle, that heaven didn't want me, Long Teng, to die so soon?"
With a thump!
