Really Died

Without any further thoughts, Lu Jiming knelt down beside Feng Jiu and did as he was told. He lifted his father's chin slightly and pinched his nose then blew hard into his mouth. 

Feng Jiu didn't stop giving him first aid until she heard him breathing. She told Lu Jiming to step back and then she unbuttoned Old Patriarch Lu's shirt and let him slowly take a breath. 

"Cough cough!" Old Patriarch Lu slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at Feng Jiu as if unaware of what had just happened. 

As for the grey-clothed old man and Lu Jiming who had stepped back, they stared wide-eyed in disbelief as they watched a dead man start breathing again and opened his eyes. 

"Alive, alive?"

"What's the matter with all of you?" Old Patriarch Lu asked as he rubbed his chest lightly. The pain was much worse this time, surely he must be dying soon?