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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
