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Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor.

Various items were spread out around him, all spoils brought back from Yong'an Island.

A uniquely shaped tranquilizer gun, along with thirty needle-tube bullets loaded with potent tranquilizer.

A black medicine box containing a syringe and five tubes of blue liquid injectable.

The faint blue glow emanating from within was particularly eye-catching and unusual.

These were all spoils obtained from the members of the Noah Organization.

Beside them were a white mask, two pieces of porcelain tableware, and three incense burners and box-shaped gold and silver artifacts.

These were salvaged antiques found around the underwater fissure, their exact value currently unknown.

Besides being sturdy, it even had extending properties, allowing it to perfectly fit the shape of his face.

In addition to its high practicality.

The two rubies embedded in the eye sockets were crystal clear and of excellent quality, fetching a considerable sum if sold separately.

Of course, Fang Cheng would definitely not sell the mask.

Its performance in a fierce battle had already proven that its practical value to him far exceeded its worth as an antique.

Finally, inside a gray-white metal box was the preserved ancient remains.

This thing emitted a lot of radiation, making it very dangerous for ordinary people.

He would need to custom-make a radiation-proof safe later, specifically for storing it.

Fang Cheng carefully scanned all the items, his gaze landing on the five antiques.

He then picked up his phone, dialed a number, and called Ma Donghe.

The phone connected quickly after a few rings.

"Hey, hey, A-Cheng, you're finally back!"

As soon as the call connected, a rough voice came from the receiver.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Cheng smiled and said:

"Where are you? Should we get together tonight?"

"Ah, don't you know yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Ma Donghe seemed stunned for a moment, then told Fang Cheng:

"Wen Xin had an accident, she's currently staying at Jiangbei Hospital…"

Fang Cheng frowned upon hearing this, his smile instantly disappearing.

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Jiangbei Hospital.

A yellow taxi sped over and stopped outside the main entrance.

Fang Cheng got out of the car and looked up at the brightly lit inpatient building.

Having just returned from a hospital with good news, he was now rushing to another hospital, needing to mentally prepare to face illness.

In the dark, there was a feeling that fate was fickle.

After inquiring at the lobby service desk, Fang Cheng quickly took the elevator to the neurosurgery ward on the thirteenth floor.

Finding Wen Xin's room number, he pushed the door open and found that everyone inside was familiar.

Wen Huiyi, Zhou Xiumei, Master Lin, and Ma Donghe, who had just called to inform him.

Each of them had a worried look on their faces, remaining silent. Upon seeing Fang Cheng enter, they all looked up at him.

"What happened?"

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on Wen Xin on the hospital bed, and he immediately asked, "Why is she in a coma for no reason?"

Wen Huiyi squatted in front of the bed, holding her daughter's hand tightly, muttering:

"I don't know either, she was fine in the morning, and then she became like this in the afternoon… I'm so stupid, I knew my daughter was weak, but I still let her work with me…"

At this moment, her eyes were already swollen from crying, and she was still silently wiping away the constantly dripping tears, her words incoherent.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei quickly took over the conversation, explaining the situation clearly to Fang Cheng:

"The day before yesterday afternoon, Wen Xin was helping out in the store when she suddenly fainted on the ground without any warning. No matter how we called her, she wouldn't wake up. Sister Wen and Master Lin took her to the hospital for treatment. When I found out, I rushed over to help."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly upon hearing this.

The day before yesterday was the 24th, exactly the day he returned. No wonder he didn't see them at home that night.

However, Wen Xin is so young, how could she suddenly fall ill and faint? Could it be…

An ominous thought instantly flashed through his mind.

Zhou Xiumei then explained with some distress:

"The doctor has arranged several full-body examinations, and they all showed no problems. They just did a brain MRI this morning, and they haven't found anything wrong for the time being, but Wen Xin just can't wake up. Now they can only do some conservative rehabilitation treatment."

Master Lin also frowned aside, taking over the conversation:

"When Wen Xin fainted, I helped her take her pulse. Her breathing and heartbeat were within the normal range. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any major problems with her body."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling slightly relieved.

At this time, Ma Donghe shouted loudly:

"I think the doctors here are incompetent!"

Saying that, he comforted Wen Huiyi:

"Girl, you don't need to worry. I'll have my old man think of a way to use his connections to transfer Wen Xin to the best hospital in Dongdu. Even if there's some difficult or incurable disease, I guarantee they'll be able to find it out."

His consolation only made Wen Huiyi tremble, sobbing even more.

Fang Cheng glared at Ma Donghe, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Then, he walked to the hospital bed and carefully observed Wen Xin's current state.

Because she hadn't woken up for more than two days, her face was snow-white, lacking color.

She was currently on a glucose drip to replenish fluids and energy.

The whole person was curled up in a ball, her eyelids tightly closed, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Fine beads of sweat were seeping out of her forehead, as if her body was very hot, or as if she was having a nightmare.

Fang Cheng wiped away her sweat and reached out to hold her small hand, but it felt somewhat icy cold.

"This is night sweats."

Master Lin explained to his quasi-disciple, "It's mostly caused by yin and yang imbalance and a weak body."

Fang Cheng nodded.

Suddenly thinking of the scenes in martial arts movies where true energy is used to transmit power, heal injuries, and treat diseases, his eyes lit up.

Immediately, he silently circulated his inner breath, trying to guide a wisp of extremely subtle azure true energy from his dantian, along his arm, into his palm.

Then, through the part where he and Wen Xin's five fingers were tightly attached, he carefully injected life energy into her body.

But the moment the true energy was input.

Wen Xin's body trembled slightly, seeming to be in great pain.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng immediately stopped his movements and restrained his inner breath.

It won't work.

The premise of true energy operation requires first opening up the internal qi and blood vessels of the human body.

If it is forcibly input into the other party's body, it is very likely to cause immeasurable damage.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng secretly shook his head.

He had previously planned to use true energy to help his grandfather recuperate after being discharged from the hospital, but now it seems that it is temporarily impossible.

On the hospital bed, Wen Xin remained lying motionless except for the slight trembling of her eyelashes.

Like a lifeless piece of wood, it seemed that there was no soul in her body at all, leaving only instinctual consciousness.

This feeling of being both alive and dead, neither alive nor dead, was very peculiar.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but think of certain things.

Raising his head, he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, treating him as if he was their backbone.

Although he had not found an answer, Fang Cheng's expression remained calm, and he said:

"I think since the doctor can't find any problems, then it shouldn't have much to do with the body. It's likely a mental illness."

"It just so happens that I have a friend who knows a little about the treatment of mental and psychological problems, maybe I can have her come over to help take a look."