Chapter 70 A Big Short's Prisoner

• The Black Dragon Skill was a skill Ibrahim taught Leonard in prison. According to Ibrahim, Leonard was the only one who could achieve the Minor Success Stage of the Black Dragon Skill in three years. Leonard placed his palm above the patient’s heart, and the vague white mist began to pour into the patient’s heart. With the influx of white mist, the wound in the patient’s heart began to be healed little by little. Seeing Leonard’s actions, Truman showed anger on his face. “Liar. Don’t play tricks. Are you treating a disease? Don’t mess it up.” “He must be a fraud. He wants to cheat us out of money.”
• “He’s hateful. Drag him out and break his legs.” The relatives of the Moreno family shouted after seeing this scene. Sam was furious. “Bas ta rd, take your dirty hands off immediately, or I will beat you to death.” Sam was boiling with rage. The death of his father was already painful enough, and the liar irritated him more with the deception. The relatives of the Moreno family rolled up their sleeves and were about to rush up and beat Leonard up. “Miss Moreno, please stop them, or you will miss the only chance to save your father,” Leonard said coldly. Beryl didn’t believe Leonard either, but her heart sank when she heard his words. Even if there was very little hope, she didn’t want to miss it. “Let him save my father,” Beryl said loudly. She extended her arms to block her relatives. “Step back. Don’t interfere with the treatment.” Beryl’s eyes were red, and she looked haggard, but she was like an aggressive young animal, not allowing anyone to approach. All the relatives felt distressed.
• “Beryl, I know that your father and you love each other deeply, but he has passed away. His heartbeat has stopped. There is no way to save him,” A middle-aged man persuaded with a sad face. Sam said, “Right. Do you think he looks like a doctor? We have met many scammers these days. Dad can’t come back to life. “We also hope to save Dad, but you know, people cannot be resurrected after death. Moreover, Doc. Hobbs has made a conclusion.” “Yeah. Beryl, don’t be silly. Let your dad rest in peace.” Beryl’s mother also choked up. “No! Cherry said he was a miracle doctor. Please let me give it a try.” Leonard closed his eyes, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead. The Black Dragon Skill would form energy that contained infinite vitality in the body and make it circulate endlessly.