Still no effect?
Seeing that Xia Yueshan still had no reaction at all, Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh, realizing the thorniness of the problem.
If Xia Yueshan really couldn't wake up for the rest of his life...
Lin Yu frowned. He couldn't accept this possibility.
After spending so much time together.
Lin Yu had grown used to having a little sidekick he could boss around during holidays, a teammate he could casually pressure.
If Xia Yueshan never woke up in this lifetime...
...
That would truly be an eternal, unforgettable regret.
Furthermore, if Xia Yueshan really couldn't wake up, it would be a massive blow to Xia Muzhu.
She had truly watched Xia Yueshan grow up.
To this mischievous and rebellious brat, Xia Muzhu had acted as both a mother and a sister.
If he really slept forever, Lin Yu didn't even dare to imagine how devastated Xia Muzhu would be!
No.
Lin Yu's brows furrowed tightly, his hands resting on his knees clenching into fists.
He couldn't just keep waiting like this.
There had to be another way to help Xia Yueshan!
It seemed that the help a single medical team could provide was too limited.
Later, he would ask Qing Mo to find a few more top international brain medical teams.
No matter what, they had to do everything possible to help Xia Yueshan wake up!
Wait!
Why later?
He would have her look for them right now!
Acting on his thought, Lin Yu was just about to stand up and go to the corridor to make a call when his gaze inadvertently swept across Xia Yueshan's face.
Lin Yu's movement abruptly stopped.
His eyes locked dead onto Xia Yueshan's eyelashes.
At some unknown point, Xia Yueshan's eyelashes had become wet, as if someone had dropped eye drops on them. It was a trace of moisture clearly visible to the naked eye.
Lin Yu subconsciously halted his actions, like a desperate man watching a miracle happen right before his eyes.
He maintained his half-bent posture, not even daring to breathe heavily.
He was terrified that a single careless move would shatter this dreamlike scene, like bursting a bubble.
Xia Yueshan still didn't make any movements.
His breathing was steady, and his body was firmly pinned to the bed by gravity.
In the windless ward, not even his eyelashes trembled.
Yet Lin Yu could clearly see more and more water stains clinging to his eyelashes.
Those transparent water stains gradually condensed into a cluster on his eyelashes, hanging there precariously.
Finally, the black eyelashes could no longer hold so many tears.
The tears formed a clear, transparent drop, sliding down from the corner of Xia Yueshan's eye, leaving a wet trail on his skin.
"Little Shan?"
"Little Shan?"
"Xia Yueshan?"
Lin Yu tentatively called Xia Yueshan's name a few times while gently pushing his shoulder twice, trying to wake him up.
Xia Yueshan still had no reaction, except that the tears sliding down from the corner of his eyes seemed to flow even fiercer.
Subconsciously, Lin Yu turned his head to look at the electrocardiogram on the monitor behind him.
On the screen, the green lines symbolizing life were fluctuating violently, even reaching a certain critical point, triggering the alarm of the ECG monitor.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep."
The sharp beeping sound echoed in the empty ward.
Lin Yu didn't have time to think too much. He quickly pressed the call button at the head of the bed, summoning the medical staff alongside the alarm of the ECG monitor.
Xia Yueshan's ward had always been a key monitoring target of the hospital.
Just a few seconds after Lin Yu pressed the call button, a nurse quickly walked into the ward.
When she saw the patient crying, she wasn't sure what had happened, so she hurriedly turned around to fetch a doctor.
In less than a minute, a large group of doctors filed in. They surrounded Xia Yueshan and frantically began to examine him.
Xia Muzhu also returned at this time.
Listening to the piercing beeping alarm in the ward and seeing the numerous doctors gathered around her brother's bed.
Xia Muzhu instinctively felt that something had happened to Xia Yueshan.
At the thought of this possibility, her body uncontrollably went limp, and she couldn't even hold the fruit in her hands.
The heavy bag dropped onto the hospital's impeccably clean, reflective floor with a thud, and round, grayish-yellow longans scattered all over the ground.
Hearing the sound of falling objects, Lin Yu turned his head and realized that Xia Muzhu had returned.
Seeing Xia Muzhu's body go soft, as if she was about to collapse, he quickly stepped forward to support her, gently holding her in his arms and softly comforting her:
"Don't worry."
"This is a good thing. Little Shan has reacted to external stimuli."
"He's shedding tears."
Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, Xia Muzhu, who looked as if she had lost her soul, blankly raised her head to look at him. Shock gradually emerged from the depths of her dull blue eyes.
After her brain, clouded by shock, struggled to digest the information contained in that sentence, Xia Muzhu violently broke free from Lin Yu's embrace and squeezed toward the hospital bed with everything she had.
Forcefully pushing aside the doctors in white coats, she arrived at the bedside.
Xia Muzhu was stunned.
She saw it.
She saw the tears on Xia Yueshan's peaceful face and his eyelashes wet with tears.
At this moment, Xia Muzhu felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained.
For so long, Xia Muzhu had been shrouded in pain and regret.
She constantly blamed herself. Whenever she recalled the day Little Shan had his accident, she always felt that if she had cared for him a little more and reminded him a little more, perhaps she could have helped him avoid this unprovoked disaster.
She couldn't help but wonder what she would do if Little Shan really never woke up.
How would she face her parents far away abroad?
How would she face him when he couldn't even say half a word in the future?
Now.
Everything had an answer.
Xia Muzhu couldn't hold it in anymore.
She covered her mouth with her hands, but the sound of her sobbing still spilled through her fingers.
At the same time, that sudden surge of energy dissipated, and she had to quickly prop her hands against the footboard of the bed to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor from exhaustion.
Seeing this, Lin Yu quickly stepped forward to support her.
Xia Muzhu took the opportunity to lean into Lin Yu's arms, crying so hard she was almost in tears...
...
"This is a very good reaction."
"Being able to react to stimulating words from the outside world proves that the damage to his brain is recovering very well."
After an examination, the doctor smiled and said to Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu:
"In two months at the latest, this young man will be able to wake up."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
