The patient's vital signs stabilized and gradually returned to normal.
Outside the ward, everyone was stunned.
A fanatical gleam appeared in Yamada's eyes. 'This is Chinese medicine... This is Kampo... No, this is a divine art—bringing the dead back to life, truly bringing the dead back to life.'
At that moment, on the hospital bed, Zhao Qingya suddenly took a deep breath.
It was an incredibly long breath, as if she were trying to inhale all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
As she inhaled, she, who had been in a coma, slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was clear, as pure as water.
"It smells so good..."
A faint yet clear murmur escaped her lips.
That single sound declared Death's retreat.
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