"Do you have no conscience? I was saving you!"
Not until Yang Linglong's heartbeat resumed its rhythm did Lin Fan wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"You treat a disease just treat it... who rubs the chest!"
Grasping her jacket, Yang Linglong's face turned embarrassingly red.
But in her heart, she knew just how dangerous the situation had been.
"This isn't rubbing the chest, it's called tuina, a category of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Haven't you ever heard of heart resuscitation?"
Lin Fan gave her a look of disdain.
To outsiders, this appeared to be a simple CPR.
But nobody knew that, if not for Lin Fan applying his Inner Strength and directing it into her heart,
she would probably be a corpse by now.
"Can you really cure people?"
Yang Linglong grabbed Lin Fan's arm excitedly, her eyes shining.
She really hadn't wasted her time.
"How could you call that can, I'd say extremely proficient!"
Lin Fan boasted, patting his chest confidently.
