"Teacher Xu!!"
The stench of blood in the air made Lin Xian's scalp tense.
The bizarre sensation of being drawn out of the surrounding world came over him again, with a strong ringing in his ears drowning out all other sounds.
Even though he had experienced countless bloody scenes in dreams.
But when a familiar person died before his eyes, and the torn body lay lifeless in front of him, Lin Xian couldn't help but feel panicked and disturbed.
This was reality.
There would be no cycles of reincarnation here, no rewinding of time.
The dead would not be standing there smiling the next day.
This sloppy yet earnest man.
He had finally seen hope for his daughter's awakening... but before he could feel any joy, he had tragically left this world.
...
Hospital.
Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun were sitting on chairs outside the emergency room, frowning with no communication between them.
Bang.
