The old woman wore a crimson Tang suit. Although she was in her eighties, her spirit was still bright and her bearing was elegant. Her silver hair radiated an aura of authority.,The son got into a car accident and had to be fitted with a prosthesis. He was bedridden for over a year. Just now, the doctor announced the end of his life... but suddenly this little girl walked in with silver needles in her hand. With just a few pokes, she brought him back to life!,"Upon hearing this, the old woman turned and grabbed the dragon staff leaning beside the bed, pointing it at Li Ze Yan fiercely. "Li Ze Yan, you truly don't want your father to come back to life"。