2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Zhan Leya woke up from a coma, she found herself in a strange room. The windows are bright and clean, with white sheets and beige curtains swaying gently in the wind outside.

At this time, her consciousness was still a little blurry, and she couldn't lift up her whole body. She unconsciously raised her hands and waved them twice, and then dropped them feebly.

"Are you awake?" A soft and magnetic female voice sounded in her ears: "The anesthesia effect hasn't worn off yet, please sleep a little longer."

The sound was pleasant and gave Zhan Leya a sense of security, so she quickly fell asleep again.

She didn't know how long it took, but when she woke up again, the light outside the window was orange and it was already dusk.

Zhan Leya stretched out her hand to hold the edge of the bed, subconsciously trying to stand up. But after twisting her body, she quickly realized something and lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

She remembered everything.

I don't know why, but Zhan Leya has never been as scared as she is now. I have obviously been used to being unable to walk for the past ten years, and I have given up hope of standing up again, but why...why do I feel so empty in my heart, as if a large piece of it has been cut out with a knife?

"Xiao Wen..." Zhan Leya subconsciously called his brother's name, and then was stunned again.

She figured it out and why she felt so uncomfortable even though she had just changed back to her original self.

Because in the past, even if I couldn't walk, I still had my younger brother by my side.

Now, she not only lost her legs again, but also lost the figure who was always by her side and had never left her for more than ten years.

Zhan Leya looked at the sunset outside the window, with a smile on her pale and thin face, a little bitter, as if she was mocking herself.

Maybe for Xiaowen, it would be better to leave. He is so good, life would be easier without himself as a drag.

There was a sound of the room door opening behind her. Zhan Leya turned around and saw a young female doctor wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses walking in, holding a tablet in her arms.

"Are you awake?" The female doctor smiled gently at her: "My surname is Lin, you can call me Dr. Lin."

Zhan Leya nodded: "Dr. Lin, that thing in my body has been taken out, right?"

"Well, it's been taken out."

"Can I go home now?"

"Of course, you can do it at any time, but there's no need to be so urgent. I suggest you stay in the hospital for a while." Lin Shitong walked to the hospital bed, adjusted her glasses, and smiled.

But Zhan Leya shook his head: "Since that thing has been taken out and I don't feel any discomfort, I'd better go home."

Everything here feels strange to her, and now she just wants to return to her familiar and warm home. She had an unrealistic fantasy that as long as she went back and opened the door, she would still see that familiar figure busy at the stove.

But she also knew that this was impossible. If he was really still here, he would never leave her alone in the hospital.

At this moment, Zhan Leya suddenly felt something strange. She came back from her sadness and saw the beautiful female doctor putting her hand on her leg and kneading it in a strange way.

If the other party had been a male doctor, Zhan Leya would have screamed at this time. She asked with some confusion: "Dr. Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Shitong raised her head and blinked: "Don't you feel anything?"

"Feeling?" Zhan Leya was startled.

Lin Shitong continued to massage the girl's thigh with her hands, with increasing intensity and amplitude.

As she moved, Zhan Leya's eyes slowly opened wide, and she covered her mouth with her hands, tears unconsciously blurring her vision.

There was feeling, there was feeling in her legs.

"That... that red thread, wasn't all taken away?" Zhan Leya asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry, it has been completely withdrawn. It's just that our staff was very careful and deliberately avoided some of the connected nerves in your legs when operating the instrument... In short, you will only need to Rehabilitation will give you a chance to get back on your feet."

Lin Shitong took back her hand, with a smile on her face: "Now, do you still want to go home?"

Zhan Leya's heart was beating fast. She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and asked softly: "It shouldn't be cheap to be hospitalized here, and to be rehabilitated and so on, right?"

Lin Shitong smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry, the state will reimburse everything. After all, you are also a victim in this incident, and the state agencies will bear corresponding responsibility for the harm you suffered."

"Ah...is that so?" Zhan Leya was a little at a loss, still immersed in the dizziness of happiness.

Lin Shitong couldn't help but touched the girl's head and said softly: "You have a good rest in the hospital. Starting from tomorrow, there will be a dedicated person to take you through rehabilitation to help you be able to walk normally as soon as possible."

After saying that, she left quietly.

When we came to the corridor, there was a young man with a well-proportioned figure and an upright and resolute appearance standing outside the ward, wearing a gray-green hoodie.

Perhaps influenced by Ye Buyu, Yan Muyun has recently fallen in love with hoodies that are both loose and comfortable to wear. There are several pieces of different colors and styles hanging in the dormitory cabinet.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Recovering well, I estimate that I will be able to walk in a few months." Professor Lin nodded, and then said with some worry: "But I heard that this girl is a key subject of supervision by the police and the Special Branch. Her younger brother ..."

Yan Muyun waved his hand: "It's okay. I have already contacted the authorities. They will send people to protect them. Moreover, if they stay at Chenjing Academy, their work pressure will be much less. After all, not everyone dares to do this. This is a place full of superpowers who are causing trouble."

"That's it." Lin Shitong nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry to trouble you this time, thank you very much."

"It's nothing. I'm very happy to be able to help a young girl stand up again."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. We'll see you tomorrow." Yan Muyun said with a wry smile on his face.

Lin Shitong couldn't help but laugh. Tomorrow, Professor Bai and himself would test and evaluate his newly acquired abilities, which would probably be another hard time.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Why don't you go in and see her?"

"Who? Zhan Leya?" Yan Muyun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "That's not necessary."

"You have done so much for others, I thought..." Professor Lin had an ambiguous smile on his face.

Yan Muyun was a little embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, it's just a little effort. Since you see me, I'll help you."

However, Lin Shitong did not let him go, and continued: "Actually, this girl is quite beautiful, soft and frail. I, a woman, can't help but feel pity when I see her. I heard that she is a top student at the Academy of Fine Arts... "

Yan Muyun twitched the corner of his mouth and coughed twice: "Um, I really don't mean anything to her in that way."

"Then who do you have that kind of interest in?" Lin Shitong seemed to have grasped what he was saying, her eyes bright. She didn't look like a university professor at this moment, she was clearly a little girl who was keen on gossiping.

"No...that's what..."

"Is it Ye Buyu?"

"Ahem...cough...what the heck, I'm leaving first, see you Mr. Lin." Yan Muyun slipped away as if he was running away.

Watching the other party's leaving figure, the somewhat narrow smile on Lin Shitong's face gradually faded, and a faint worry enveloped her brows.

She pursed her lips, sighed finally, turned and walked deeper into the corridor.