The Miracle of Resurrection

The doorknob turned without making a single sound.

Chen Guan's silhouette slipped into the ward, silently blending into the room.

The air was filled with the low hum of operating machinery and the distinct smell of nutrient fluids.

The intensive care ward was quite spacious.

Various precise monitoring devices surrounded the hospital bed, their screens flashing with faint green data.

Li Yan lay on the bed, his chest steady and breathing even.

His physique displayed a bronze-like color and texture, remaining completely still.

No one could tell that within this flawless shell, the fuel of life was nearing depletion.

On the main monitor's screen, a curve representing his life essence stubbornly clung to the zero line at the bottom.

The minute fluctuations declared that it could completely flatline at any moment.

Chen Guan did not delay.

He walked to the bedside and opened his palm.

That drop of emerald dew quietly hovered.

The aura of life it emanated made the air in the entire room turn fresh and sweet.

He reached out with his other hand, gently pulling aside Li Yan's hospital gown to reveal his bronze chest.

Then, he pressed that drop of World Tree dew down onto it.

There was no sensation of liquid soaking in.

The instant the dewdrop touched Li Yan's skin, it broke down into countless dazzling emerald motes of light.

The specks of light converged into a river of stars, eagerly seeping deep into his body along every inch of his muscle fibers.

On the main monitor's screen, that dead horizontal line abruptly bounced upward.

It was no longer a straight line.

A tiny peak appeared.

Then a second, and a third.

The peaks grew higher and the frequency faster.

The originally flat line began to sketch out the silhouette of majestic, sweeping mountains.

With a momentum that seemed ready to tear through the screen, it climbed upward madly.

From the valley of near-death, it surged toward the pinnacle of life.

It was done.

Chen Guan retracted his hand, straightened Li Yan's clothes, and acted as if nothing had happened.

He glanced at the life curve on the screen.

The line had recovered to its normal peak values and was even continuing to grow stronger.

The door was silently closed once again.

He vanished at the end of the corridor, leaving not a single trace behind, with only the audience from beyond the world bearing witness to it all.

[We really misjudged Brother Coffin. I knew it, since he could disregard everything to save the teacher back then, how could he be so cold to him now.]

[Sob sob sob, this is the best Guan Guan in the whole world. Xiao An isn't allowed to blame Brother Coffin >w<]

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The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled shadows in the corridor.

An Changqing and Long Ao had leaned against the bench all night.

Their necks were sore, having stayed awake all night; they just numbly kept watch, waiting for a miracle that was impossible to happen.

A piercing alarm shattered the morning tranquility, the sound blaring madly from the intensive care ward.

The noise was sharp and frantic, indicating a severe anomaly in the monitored target's vital signs.

An Changqing and Long Ao's bodies instantly tensed, blood rushing to their heads.

"Teacher!"

The two instructors guarding the door turned pale and immediately rushed toward the room.

At the other end of the corridor, the door to the chief physician's office was thrown open from the inside.

The chief physician, who hadn't slept all night, rushed out with dark circles under his eyes.

His first reaction was that it was over.

Li Yan's life essence had finally run dry.

He sprinted toward the ward with all his might.

His mind had already begun to figure out how to console the two students who refused to leave, as well as the other students of the Tianshu Class and the families backing them.

But when he burst into the ward, the sight before him made him stop dead in his tracks, nearly losing his balance.

The anticipated flatline of zero life did not appear.

On the main monitor's screen, all the data was skyrocketing madly.

Heart rate, blood pressure, neural response, cellular activity...

Every single metric broke through the upper limits of normal values, reaching an incomprehensible height.

And the curve representing his life essence had awakened.

It fluctuated powerfully and vigorously, its peaks even far surpassing Li Yan's peak condition prior to his injury.

The alarm wasn't sounding because of failing life, but because the data was so good that it exceeded the machine's preset safety parameters.

"This... this is impossible..."

The chief physician staggered a step, grabbing onto an equipment rack beside him.

He stared at the screen without blinking, thinking his extreme fatigue had caused a hallucination.

He rushed forward, grabbed Li Yan's wrist, and used the most primal sense to check.

The pulse was strong, lacking any resemblance to a dying man; every beat carried the force of a beating drum.

Beneath the skin, the rush of vitality and blood could almost be heard.

A majestic life force was overflowing from beneath the skin.

He was flawless.

No, he was even more robust than flawless.

"Quick! Go get the principal!" The chief physician's voice trembled, half in shock and half in ecstasy.

My job is saved!

Soon, Principal Ren Ping's figure appeared at the door of the ward.

He only took one look at the data on the screen.

This tenth-tier powerhouse of the Life faction, the stabilizing pillar of Huaqing Academy, lost all his previous expressions, leaving only utter bewilderment.

He stepped forward to examine it himself.

After a long time, he slowly straightened up.

His gaze was hollow, filled with incomprehension of the facts before him.

"The origin power I injected into him last night was merely firewood to maintain his bodily functions, but now, an inexhaustible volcano has appeared out of thin air inside his body."

Ren Ping looked at his own hands, sinking into doubt over everything he had learned in his life.

"This... is no longer medicine, nor is it even within the realm that the Life abilities I know can explain."

He muttered to himself.

Ultimately, he could only offer a conclusion that even he couldn't fully believe.

"Perhaps my treatment produced some unknown effect... Or perhaps, this is a miracle created by life itself."

Right at that moment.

On the hospital bed, the sleeping bronze sculpture's eyelids twitched.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

"Teacher!"

"Teacher Li!"

After receiving permission, An Changqing and Long Ao rushed in.

They saw that familiar figure sitting propped up on the bed.

His eyes were clear.

The two could no longer hold back their emotions.

"Why are you crying? I'm perfectly fine."

Li Yan's voice was as loud and clear as it used to be.

He looked at his two students, his memory still stuck in that heroic battle to the death woven for him by White Tiger.

He reached out his broad hands and patted their shoulders.

"I remember, at the very end, I ignited myself... swallowing those three Demon Generals with lightning. Taking down three Demon Generals in exchange, it was worth it."

He sighed, as Li Yan never thought he would make it back alive.

The hero's story was confirmed by the hero himself.

At this moment, the ward was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Outside the hospital.

Chen Guan sat on a tree branch, looking at the bright sunlight.

It was good that the dust had settled.

Meanwhile, in the hospital's intensive care ward, Li Yan was comforting his students.

He recalled that mutually destructive battle, every detail incredibly clear.

But just as he was recounting how he detonated his entire body to turn into lightning, a blurry image flashed deep in his mind.

It was the final sight he saw before the endless pain and darkness descended.

A lean figure carrying a black coffin, standing resolutely in front of him.

That figure from behind... was it Chen Guan?

Li Yan paused his recounting for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

No. In his memory, Chen Guan should have been with An Changqing, safely protected behind him.

This thought carried an indescribable sense of wrongness that lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

It was probably just an illusion on the verge of death.

He temporarily pushed this doubt to the back of his mind.