Those people were subdued by my words. After a few minutes, the white-haired man opened his eyes. His face flushed red. His men then put him in the car. They also pushed me into that car. I was feeling bad and tried to get out of the car, but there was no way out. The gang didn't go to the hospital either but to a nearby clinic. After doing a checkup, the white-haired man expressed his deep gratitude to me.
“The doctor just told me that if you hadn't given me CPR in time, I would have lost my life. How much money do you want? I can give it to you.”
I looked at them like they weren't to be messed with. I also didn't dare ask for money.
He could see that I was hesitant and asked me, “What do you do here? Do you have a job?”
I just answered that I was a tattoo artist. He then asked me to design a drawing for him.
Before parting, he said to me, “Little girl, I owe you a life. If I have the chance to see you again, I will absolutely pay you back. In the future, all the people under my hand will have your pattern tattooed on them. When you see this pattern, you'll know it's me.”