Zisang Liuying ran quickly to Ling Menglu's bedside, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, "Menglu, Menglu, don't die! It's all fake, the assessment is all fake. You have to survive, I was wrong, from now on, I will never compete with you again, you can team up with whoever you want, okay? Wake up quickly! You can't sleep, you can't sleep." By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
Yu Yunqiong said, "Don't panic. The healers said the probability of brain death is very low. They are all beings of great strength, and the spirit furnace will also protect their intelligence. But the shock on their mental spirit ocean is intense, they need time to recover. There shouldn't be any major problems."
"Can you speak without gasping?" Yan Yao snapped angrily.
Yu Yunqiong said, "You didn't let me finish, before you started crying."
Zisang Liuying wiped her tears and asked, "Director, is she going to wake up?" She gently held Ling Menglu's hand, her eyes blurred by tears.
