The black commercial vehicle pulled up smoothly outside the hospital gates.
Lin Yu quickly got out and hurried into the hospital.
Following the hospital signs, Lin Yu soon arrived outside the emergency room Qing Mo had mentioned.
The moment he saw Qing Mo, it felt as if a sharp claw had viciously gripped his heart, making even breathing an incredibly difficult task.
Lin Yu had never seen Qing Mo like this before.
She seemed to have lost her usual cool and composed temperament, the kind that remained unfazed even if a mountain collapsed before her.
Standing there, she looked somewhat lost.
When she saw Lin Yu, her usually cold eyes revealed an extremely complex mix of emotions.
Nervousness, apology, guilt, and utter bewilderment.
She looked like a child who had done something wrong.
Forcefully suppressing the unease in his heart, Lin Yu rushed over to Qing Mo in a few large strides, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"How is the child?"
Lin Yu knew that Su Yuyao, as the fourth female lead in the plot, was almost impossible to be in any real danger.
So, his subconscious reaction was to ask about Little Darling.
The guilt in Qing Mo's eyes deepened.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, as if she didn't know how to break the news to Lin Yu.
Qing Mo's hesitation caused the anxiety in Lin Yu's heart to grow exponentially.
Just as Lin Yu was about to press her on what exactly happened,
the tightly shut doors of the emergency room suddenly opened, and a fully scrubbed-in female doctor walked out.
Seeing this, Lin Yu abandoned his interrogation of the suddenly mute Qing Mo and hurried over to the doctor, asking anxiously:
"Doctor, how is the person inside?"
The doctor pulled down her mask, asking with a grave expression:
"Are you Su Yuyao's family member?"
"Yes, yes."
"I am her husband."
As Lin Yu spoke, the moment the word husband left his lips, his nose stung, his eyes grew hot, and his voice began to choke up uncontrollably.
"The patient is in very poor condition."
"She was in a severe car accident and has lost a lot of blood..."
"A car accident?!"
Lin Yu's shocked voice interrupted the doctor's explanation.
After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, Lin Yu immediately turned his head to look at Qing Mo, as if he had just realized something.
Qing Mo stood there helplessly, looking at Lin Yu.
Her usually cold eyes had turned red and teary.
Large teardrops, wrapped in an undeniable, heavy guilt, rolled down from her eyes.
Looking at her, Lin Yu felt as if his soul had just suffered a violent blow from a heavy hammer.
His center of gravity began to shift uncontrollably, and a dizzy, top-heavy sensation washed over him.
Relying on his strong physical constitution, Lin Yu forced himself to stay upright.
Ignoring the urge to either blame or comfort Qing Mo, he quickly turned back to the doctor and asked urgently:
"And the child..."
"How can you be worrying about a child at a time like this!"
The doctor suddenly cut Lin Yu off, reprimanding him with unconcealed anger.
Lin Yu was stunned by the doctor's shout.
Even the anxiety and worry in his heart were scattered by this angry rebuke.
Leaving behind only a deathly despair.
"Sign the critical condition notice."
The doctor said nothing more. She took the critical condition notice handed to her by a nurse, held a pen out to Lin Yu, and commanded directly.
Lin Yu stared at the thin piece of paper with black text on a white background in front of him.
As if he had lost his soul, he relied entirely on instinct, taking the pen from the doctor with a trembling hand. Like a walking corpse, he sluggishly signed his name on the signature line.
Having obtained authorization.
The doctor wasted no more time. She quickly turned around and went back into the emergency room.
The emergency room doors shut firmly, leaving Lin Yu standing outside.
He didn't look up at the sky.
He didn't cast angry glances to question some incomprehensible fate.
He didn't look at the closed doors of the resuscitation room either.
He didn't try to pierce the steel with his gaze to see Su Yuyao's condition inside.
Nor did he lower his head.
He didn't bow his head in resignation to stare at the floor beneath his feet.
His gaze simply fell blankly on nothing in particular.
As if that critical condition notice was still hovering right in front of him.
Lin Yu's brain had completely stopped functioning by this point, going on a total strike, too lazy to even weave together a simple blank slate.
It had entirely relinquished control of his body back to the body itself.
Inside his chest.
His heart felt uncomfortable.
It felt as though standing here, a heavy block of lead was pressing down on him.
Oppressive and heavy.
Neurons transmitted this agony to all his limbs and bones.
Lin Yu's body slowly turned around, wanting to leave this place.
As for where to go?
Lin Yu didn't know.
His body simply felt extremely uncomfortable standing there, subconsciously wanting to escape.
"Lin Yu..."
As he walked past Qing Mo, she grabbed his arm.
She had long lost control of her emotions; muffled sobs and a trembling voice spilled brokenly from her throat.
Lin Yu ignored her, nor did he pull his arm from her grasp.
He continued to walk forward slowly, as if stripped of his soul.
"Lin Yu..."
As Lin Yu slowly moved forward, the pulling force gradually increased. Qing Mo could no longer hold onto his arm and could only watch him leave through tear-blurred eyes.
Lin Yu didn't leave the hospital.
He didn't even leave the floor where the emergency room was located.
He merely walked to a place slightly further away from the emergency room.
Once his heart didn't feel quite so oppressively uncomfortable, he stopped.
With his body murmuring its exhaustion, he sat down on a chair pressed against the wall.
At this moment, Lin Yu thought of nothing and did nothing.
He simply sat on the connected chairs provided for free resting in the hospital,
his gaze dark and unfocused, his back slouched weakly.
Like an old dog that had lost all its strength and means.
Sitting quietly in a corner that offered his body just a tiny bit of comfort, waiting for the descent of his final fate...
...
Lin Yu's completely striking brain had isolated him from time.
He didn't know how long had passed.
Perhaps just an instant?
Or maybe a very, very long time.
Amidst an endless darkness profound enough to make one ignore everything else.
A sound that was impossible to ignore suddenly rang out without warning.
Lin Yu paused for a moment, his eyes widening as he abruptly turned his head.
He saw a beam of golden morning light pierce through the seemingly endless surrounding darkness like a spear.
Descending right before him.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
