Rebirth of the Routine King

Even though she had been taught by the Bodhisattva for nearly eight months, Song Zhiwen couldn't help but shed tears when she saw Wang Yan.

Unlike the unrestrained crying in the past, she now learned to be reserved and how to restrain her emotions.

The master told her that she should learn to cry when she was a baby, and laugh when she was a girl. When she grows up, she should learn to cry when facing her lover, and she should learn to laugh when facing strangers.

Li Xinlan excitedly took the child from Qi Yun.

Qi Yun whispered: "It's a boy."

The child slept soundly, and even though he was tossed in the arms of three people, he still could not be woken up.

Wang Dacai wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "This child is like Wenwen, well-behaved and obedient. When Wang Yan was so old, he would make noises and cry non-stop all day long."

Wu Dan also gathered around, looked at the baby and said excitedly: "Look at the baby, the traces of double eyelids are so obvious! The eyes must be like mosquitoes, big and beautiful, look at the nose, it is straight and upturned, like Wang Yan

More..."

Song Weimin also rarely showed a smile: "This child is indeed well-behaved. He didn't have much trouble along the way. He only howled twice when he was hungry."

.......

Here, everyone was talking around the child, except Song Zhiwen, who was sitting next to the hospital bed and looked at Wang Yan, speechless.

The man on the hospital bed looked nothing like Wang Yan in her impression. Only from the familiar smell could she be sure that this was Wang Yan.

He easily lifted Wang Yan's arm, which was as thin as a dead branch.

Touching his palm, she could feel that Wang Yan had really reached the end of his life.

Perhaps it was because her mood had been tempered that even though she was very sad, she did not burst into tears.

She had thought about the scene of passing away from this world before. She felt that at that time, she and he would have gray hair, lying peacefully on the hospital bed, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

There were many children and grandchildren beside the bed, and there was no sadness, no tears, and no regrets.

Because her and his lives were fiery and brilliant, they made due contributions to this society and left their own mark on this era.

Instead of being like this now, he just started to make his mark in life and left with regrets.

She couldn't accept it and couldn't accept it.

"Wow~~~"

A baby's cry brought Song Zhiwen back to reality from her endless sorrow.

Li Xinlan held the child and rocked it gently, making soft cooing sounds of "oh, oh".

Wang Dacai was a little flustered: "I was sleeping soundly just now, why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"Maybe I'm hungry!"

Song Zhiwen came over and took the child from Li Xinlan's arms.

Seeing that Song Zhiwen was about to breastfeed, Wang Dacai, Wang Yuan and other men voluntarily left the ward.

I'm hungry.

After the noisy child found the canteen, he immediately started sucking it.

Five minutes later, the child with a pair of big black bright eyes spat out a small mouth and looked at the ceiling curiously.

Song Zhiwen carefully and gently wiped away the milk left at the corner of his mouth, and then said softly: "Baby, this is your daddy. Can you let him hold you?"

With that said, he put the child under Wang Yan's arm.

Seeing this scene, Li Xinlan couldn't help wiping away tears. One was the rising sun that had just started her life, and the other was the setting sun that was about to pass away...

Sadly, this is a father and son.

Suddenly, the baby started crying again, and his little hands and feet kept kicking.

However, Song Zhiwen did not pick her up, but let her cry.

Li Xinlan couldn't stand it anymore and bent down to pick up the child.

Song Zhiwen stopped him cruelly and said, "Let him cry for a while!"

Li Xinlan was a little unwilling: "How sad the child is when he cries! I feel bad for him." Song Zhiwen still refused: "I just want to make Wang Yan feel bad."

The child cried loudly for five minutes. Even people outside the ward heard that something was wrong and quickly opened the door to check the situation.

"What's wrong? Why is the child crying so hard? Why are you putting him on the hospital bed? Pick him up!"

Li Xinlan said helplessly: "Wenwen won't let me hug her..."

Wang Dacai was startled and said nothing more.

Finally, the child must have been tired from crying and his voice gradually weakened.

At this moment, the curve on the bedside heartbeat monitoring instrument suddenly increased!

Where no one saw it, Wang Yan's fingers moved slightly.

...

Wang Yan woke up.

Even when the doctors had sealed the coffin and determined that he was going to die, he miraculously woke up!

After a series of examinations, the attending doctor seemed even more excited than the Wang family: "A miracle! This is definitely a miracle! Mr. Wang's physical functions are slowly recovering! I believe that within a few days, there will be a significant improvement!"

Just so suddenly, as soon as Song Zhiwen picked up the child from Wang Yan's arms, Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Being able to wake up is a miracle!

Everyone believed that this was the deep connection between father and son, and it was the child's call to his father that brought Wang Yan back from hell!

This almost superstitious statement cannot be explained by current science.

Besides, Wang Yan's lethargy itself is a difficult problem that cannot be explained by medicine, let alone this mysterious and mysterious bloodline effect.

Fortunately, all the suffering was not in vain and all the waiting was worth it.

The Wang family has been blessed after all their hardships!

Standing outside the examination room door, Wang Dacai knelt down and kowtowed excitedly.

Everyone knew that he was fulfilling his wish.

Li Xinlan cried silently again, this time tears of joy.

Song Weimin and his wife were also very excited. They had prepared for the worst, but unexpectedly they got the best ending.

When Wang Yan was pushed out of the examination room again, everyone slowly realized that something was wrong.

He was awake, but his eyes were too divergent and couldn't focus at all. He looked like a walking corpse.

No matter who called, there was no response from him.

The attending doctor was also puzzled by this phenomenon. According to him, everything about Wang Yan was normal, and the fluctuations in his cerebral cortex were no different from ordinary people. Medically speaking, he had regained consciousness.

As for why there is no reaction, the doctor's suggestion is that it may be because he has been lying in bed for a long time and has not been able to adapt to the changes in the environment. He should observe it for another day...

After being put back on the hospital bed, everyone took turns calling him, but Wang Yan remained unmoved. Even the cries of his own flesh and blood could not make him react at all. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

What's going on?

Is it possible...that he has become a vegetative state?

Can a vegetative person still close his eyes on his own?

For a moment, everyone was mixed with joy and sorrow, and even had a hint of suspicion towards Wang Yan.

Can he hear everyone talking?

Is he not responding because he is really unconscious or because he doesn't want to?

.......

In the evening, Qi Xiuquan hurriedly came to the hospital from school after being informed by Wang Dacai that Wang Yan had regained consciousness.

Qi Xiuquan was very calm. Even if it was such a shocking event as Wang Yan's awakening, there was no trace of joy on her face.

Just like when Wang Yan was close to death, there was no sadness on her face.

Her calmness makes people feel like she has no human emotions.

If she were to become a nun, she would probably be promoted to a nun in a matter of minutes. This mentality, temperament, and eyes like an ancient pond are simply tailor-made for becoming a nun.

After walking into the ward and seeing Song Zhiwen and the child in her arms, Qi Xiuquan did not rush to Wang Yan, but greeted the former.

"How old is the child?"

Seeing Qi Xiuquan again, Song Zhiwen reacted very calmly, neither angry nor disliked, and chatted with her like a friend.

"It's been nine days today."

"Have you got a name yet?"

"not yet."

"You are still the same as before, even after giving birth to a baby."

"There are still a lot of changes, there are some more lines on my belly..."

Listening to the conversation between these two people, everyone else in the room frowned, feeling something strange in their hearts.

Wang Dacai was the only one who couldn't restrain his joy. It was okay that Wang Yan hadn't woken up, but now that he was awake, he had to face difficult emotional choices again!

Song Zhiwen already has his child, who he can't get rid of, and his relationship with Qi Xiuquan is as strong as others can imagine...

How to choose?

And now, the two girls seem to have a good relationship... maybe there is a way to have the best of both worlds.

It was precisely after seeing this possibility that he could not restrain his joy.

After speaking briefly, Qi Xiuquan slowly came to Wang Yan.

First I asked Wang Dacai: "When did you wake up?"

"Around ten o'clock in the afternoon, the doctors said he had regained consciousness, but he just didn't speak..."

From Wang Dacai's words, everyone else vaguely understood one thing.

He wanted Qi Xiuquan to try to awaken Wang Yan.

Also, Wang Yan has obviously opened his eyes, but he doesn't speak. Even the doctor said that his consciousness has become autonomous, but why doesn't he speak?

Everyone present is either his close relative, his lover, or even his own flesh and blood!

Can't get him to speak?

What is he worried about?

Or is he waiting for something?

Wang Dacai didn't know, but he only knew that there was one person who hadn't come, and that was Qi Xiuquan.

Qi Xiuquan nodded and said: "He has been lying down for such a long time, maybe he hasn't adapted yet."

The doctor also said this. When Qi Xiuquan mentioned it again, no one became suspicious.

"Wang Yan..."

Qi Xiuquan shouted softly.

Everyone stared at Wang Yan on the hospital bed to see how he would react.

Still no response.

"Wang Yan."

Qi Xiuquan shouted again.

Wang Yan still didn't respond.

Qi Xiuquan stood up and said with some regret: "Just wait a little longer! Anyway, he has opened his eyes, which means the situation is getting better..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Dacai shouted: "Wang Yan opened his eyes again!"

Qi Xiuquan turned his head and found that Wang Yan had opened his eyes.

My eyes are divergent, my pupils have no focus, and I look extremely confused...

"Wang Yan..."

Qi Xiuquan shouted again.

Wang Yan opened his eyes and still had no reaction.

Qi Xiuquan thought for a moment and said: "The earthquake has passed. The number of casualties in Xiaoshan's hometown is only more than a thousand. The total casualties did not exceed 10,000."

Hearing Qi Xiuquan's words, everyone felt that her wording was a bit strange. What does it mean that there were only more than a thousand casualties?

What does it mean that the number of casualties did not exceed 10,000?

So many people have died, why do you still use ‘only’?

It seems that it is a very lucky thing for so many people to die.

However, after Wang Yan heard this sentence, his head turned slightly, and his eyes gradually gained color. After staring at Qi Xiuquan for a while, his eyes were filled with tears!

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