Cultivation Return

"Hello! Hi, are you Qin Ning's family?"

"He's awake, please come over quickly."

In a hospital in Liu City, Qin Ning, who had just woken up from a coma, heard the sound of a phone call coming from the nurse's station.

"Am I..."

"Back?"

He sat up from the hospital bed, his eyes filled with confusion as he took in his surroundings, feeling somewhat dazed.

In Qin Ning's memory, he had been in a car accident five years ago, and then inexplicably transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

In that world, it took him only five years to face his Immortal Emperor Tribulation.

However, Qin Ning failed to transcend the tribulation and ultimately perished under the heavenly lightning. When he woke up again, he found himself lying here.

Upon waking, not only was his body unharmed, but his cultivation base was surprisingly still intact.

Releasing his divine sense, it instantly enveloped the surroundings.

Then, Qin Ning was surprised to discover that he had truly returned.

The familiar Liu City, the familiar Blue Planet!

Although five years had passed, Liu City as a whole had not changed much. Wherever Qin Ning's divine sense reached, there were far too many familiar places.

"Brother!"

A voice rang out from outside the door.

Qin Ning subconsciously turned his eyes to look.

He saw a tall young girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

She wore her thick, glossy black hair in a high ponytail. Though she wore no makeup, her natural beauty was striking.

Qin Fei.

This was Qin Ning's younger sister.

But the two were not biological siblings; they had grown up together in an orphanage since childhood.

Qin Ning was exactly five years older than her.

After leaving the orphanage, they depended on each other for survival. Although life was hard, they were content.

Five years ago, Qin Fei was still in school. Qin Ning delivered food to pay for her tuition and living expenses, but while waiting at a red light, he was hit by a large truck that ran the light.

After emergency treatment, Qin Ning's life was saved, but he was left in a vegetative state.

The subsequent hospitalization and treatment were a huge expense. The driver responsible was not from a wealthy family and could not afford the compensation at all. Therefore, after Qin Ning's accident, Qin Fei dropped out of school and began working hard.

Five years had passed. Although she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, through the trials of society, her mind was already much more mature than her peers.

At this moment, arriving at Qin Ning's bedside and seeing that he had truly woken up, she sat there, tears uncontrollably streaming from her eyes.

"Brother, are you really awake? Am I not dreaming?"

She hugged Qin Ning, crying her heart out.

"Xiao Fei..."

Qin Ning looked at his sister, who had grown into a beautiful young woman, and seeing her crying made his heart ache.

"I'm awake, you're not dreaming."

Taking a deep breath, he gently wiped away her tears. "You've worked so hard these past five years."

"It wasn't hard!"

She shook her head vigorously, a happy smile appearing on her face. "As long as you woke up, all my efforts were worth it."

Looking at her stubborn yet tired appearance, long devoid of her former liveliness and cheerfulness, Qin Ning's heart ached again.

"I promise, from now on, I will definitely let you live the best life, better than anyone else in this world!" Qin Ning said earnestly.

Five years ago, he was just a delivery boy, but now, things were completely different.

During the five years of his coma, his soul had transmigrated to the cultivation world. Now that he had returned, his cultivation base remained.

Qin Ning knew exactly what this meant.

"Pfft."

Hearing his words, Qin Fei couldn't help but laugh. "Brother, you were never one to talk so big before."

She only thought it was a joke and naturally didn't take it seriously.

"Alright, brother. I'm going to call the doctor over to give you a check-up. If everything is fine, we can handle the discharge procedures and go home."

Saying this, Qin Fei stood up.

"There's no need for a check-up. Just get me discharged," Qin Ning said.

"How can we do that?"

Hearing this, Qin Fei immediately frowned. "You just woke up, we can't be careless. What if there are lingering issues?"

"I..."

Qin Ning was just about to speak.

But he was cut off by Qin Fei. "You have to listen to me this time."

With a serious look on her face, she left the ward after dropping those words.

Helpless, Qin Ning didn't try to stop her again.

The moment he woke up, Qin Ning had already nourished his body with spiritual energy, so naturally, there couldn't be any issues.

However, just to give Qin Fei peace of mind, a check-up was fine.

"Doctor! Doctor! I beg you! Please save my son!"

Not long after Qin Fei left, Qin Ning got up to take a walk, only to hear a tearful voice echoing from the corridor outside the ward.

He walked to the door and looked out, seeing a middle-aged woman around forty years old kneeling on the ground, tugging at a doctor's white coat with eyes full of tears.

"Sigh."

The doctor shook his head and sighed, helping her up. "The patient is already clinically dead..."

"No! My son isn't dead! He was perfectly fine this morning! Why did this happen? I beg you, save him! He's my only son! He's only twenty! He's still so young!" The middle-aged woman's face was pale as she screamed hoarsely.

"The patient suffered an acute myocardial infarction. He was already gone by the time he was brought in. The doctors really did their best..."

Two female nurses stepped forward and helped the middle-aged woman up.

"Aunt Lin?"

Qin Ning frowned. After looking closely a few times, he finally confirmed the middle-aged woman's identity.

Her name was Lin Lan, and she was a very kind-hearted person.

Back in the day, she had sponsored the orphanage where he and Qin Fei lived, giving the siblings a lot of help.

At that time, Lin Lan was only thirty years old, and her appearance had changed somewhat since then, which was why Qin Ning hadn't recognized her immediately.

"Who are you?"

Hearing how Qin Ning addressed her, Lin Lan looked over with tear-filled eyes.

She failed to recognize Qin Ning. After all, there were many children in the orphanage, and Qin Ning had been young back then, only thirteen or fourteen, looking very different from how he did now.

"Aunt Lin, I can save him. Do you trust me?"

Qin Ning didn't explain anything. Instead, he walked straight up to Lin Lan and glanced at the ward behind her. On a hospital bed, the doctor had already covered the body with a white sheet.

"Young man, the patient is already clinically dead. Do you know what you are saying?" The doctor nearby frowned slightly.

However, Qin Ning ignored him. He simply looked quietly at Lin Lan, as if waiting for her answer.

"I trust you! Please, I beg you, save my son!"

As Lin Lan spoke, she fell to her knees. She hadn't recognized Qin Ning, but at this moment, this seemed to be the last shred of hope in her heart. She could only grasp at straws and try a desperate remedy.