Restored to its original state

In just a few words, she revealed the truth that had been hidden for five years.

The sirens approached from afar, arriving at Heitu Village. The police apprehended Wang Erli, who had collapsed into a pulp, and took him away.

Zhong Ling looked at the screen and said to Gou Sheng's father, "My condolences."

Afterwards, she disconnected the live broadcast with Wang Dazhu and started a second one.

The scene switched, and a middle-aged woman appeared on the screen. She looked to be in her forties, but her temples were already gray. The background was a simply furnished living room, the only thing that stood out was an object covered with white cloth against the wall.

The woman's hands were tightly clenched around the corner of her clothes. She looked at Zhong Ling in the camera and moved her lips several times before making a sound.

"Hello, Master Zhong..."

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room became quiet.

"Hello."

The woman took a deep breath and said, "My name is Sun Li. I don't ask for anything. I just want an answer."

She turned sideways and lifted the white cloth.

Under the white cloth is an unfinished cello.

The lines of the guitar are beautiful, and even though it is just a semi-finished product, you can tell that the maker has put a lot of effort into it.

"This is a work made by my husband Lin Guodong ten years ago. He is an excellent luthier, but very few of the luthies he made were sold." Sun Li's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Ten years ago, we had a big fight because we were struggling financially. I scolded him for being useless just sitting around with this pile of broken wood and told him to find a proper job."

"But who would have thought that he would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage that night and never woke up again. The doctor said he had become a vegetable."

Sun Li pointed at the unfinished zither and cried, "God Zhong, I'm not asking you to save him. I just want to know: does he hate me? Has he forgiven me for what I said back then?"

This problem tormented her for ten years, keeping her awake at night and living in regret every day.

Zhong Ling listened quietly and put down the teacup in her hand.

"There's no point in telling me the answer," Zhong Ling said calmly. "Go and see for yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Li felt a flash before her eyes and the whole world twisted.

The next second, the picture on the screen changed. The living room behind Sun Li disappeared and turned into a large workshop.

In the workshop, a young man wearing a white shirt, with slightly curly hair and focused eyes is standing in front of the workbench, holding a carving knife in his hand, making the head of a violin.

"Guodong!" Sun Li exclaimed.

"This is the depths of his consciousness." Zhong Ling's voice came, "Although his body is imprisoned, his inner world has never stopped."

Young Lin Guodong seemed to have noticed something. He put down the carving knife, turned around and saw Sun Li standing there.

There was no trace of resentment or anger on Lin Guodong's face. Instead, he showed a gentle and apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything, but just took Sun Li's hand and took her around the entire workshop.

The walls were covered with all sorts of cellos, each one more exquisite than the unfinished one in reality, all the masterpieces he had completed in his mind over the past ten years.

Finally, he took Sun Li to a corner of the workshop, where a white cello stood, with a white magnolia bud carved on the body.

Lin Guodong pointed at the piano and then at Sun Li.

Sun Li understood instantly.

Her favorite flower is the white magnolia. He made this piano for her.

In the world of consciousness, Lin Guodong gently hugged Sun Li.

For him, that quarrel had long since disappeared.

The live broadcast screen cut back to reality.

Sun Li knelt on the ground, covering her face, and let out the cry that had been suppressed for ten years.

Zhong Ling looked at the weeping Sun Li on the screen and added, "His mental strength is very strong, but his brain is blocked. I have already reorganized the blood vessels in your husband's brain."

Although he can't wake up right now, he can hear you talking from today on. Spend more time with him, and maybe one day he will wake up.

"Thank you, Master Zhong! Thank you!" Sun Li clasped her hands together and bowed to Zhong Ling gratefully.

After saying that, Zhong Ling disconnected the live broadcast and started the last live broadcast.

The live broadcast showed a couple in their fifties. They introduced themselves as the man named Li Shugen and the woman named Wang Xiulan. They were sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor.

"Zhong... God Zhong..." Wang Xiulan's voice choked as she opened her mouth. Li Shugen beside her didn't say anything either, but kept his head down in silence.

Everyone felt the heaviness of the atmosphere.

"Tell me what you wish for." Zhong Ling's voice was like a breeze, soothing the two people's tense nerves.

Wang Xiulan burst into tears, and finally Li Shugen spoke up: "Master Zhong, we...we don't ask for anything else. My son, Li Wei, is a firefighter."

"Two months ago, the chemical plant in the west of the city exploded. He... he was among the first to rush in. He rescued seven people, and just as he was about to get out, the chemical plant exploded again..."

The man's eyes were red, but he tried hard not to let the tears fall.

"He's not dead, but...but the doctor said he'd be worse off than dead. Over 90% of his body is burned, and he's still unconscious in the intensive care unit, being kept alive by a machine.

The doctor said... that even if he woke up, he would... lie in bed for the rest of his life, blind, deaf, unable to move, and his whole body would be rotten..."

He couldn't continue speaking. Wang Xiulan beside him also broke down and burst into tears: "My poor son! He was only 26 years old! He saved so many people, why did God treat him like this! We don't want him to be a hero, we just want him to live well!"

Wang Xiulan's cries resonated deeply with everyone. It was so unfair that a hero who had saved countless lives ended up like this!

"Salute to the heroes! It's so tragic..."

"Oh my god, it's too tragic to burn like that! Salute!"

"Stop talking. I'm a grown man, and I'm already crying."

"Mr. Zhong, please, help them!"

Wang Xiulan cried for a long time before she calmed down. She used up her last bit of strength and kowtowed heavily to Zhong Ling on the screen.

"God Zhong, please, can you save my son? He's in so much pain. We don't ask you to restore him to his original state, just to make him less miserable. We two will work like slaves for you and repay you in our next life!"

Zhong Ling looked at them quietly for a long time before she sighed softly.

"To sacrifice one's life for the country and the people is to act in the highest righteousness."

She raised her hand, palm facing up, and a white pill appeared in her palm.

"This pill is called the Nine-Turn Flesh-Growing Pill. It can grow rotten flesh and heal broken bones. Taking this pill will restore your son to his original form."

Netizens were stunned, everything is back to normal!!!

Li Shugen and Wang Xiulan were also stunned. They couldn't believe their ears.

Zhong Ling did not explain much, but just blew gently at the pill.

The next second, the pill turned into a stream of light, disappeared from the live broadcast screen, and appeared in front of the couple. The two looked at the pill that appeared out of thin air and floated in front of them in disbelief.

It was Li Shugen who finally reacted, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and took the pill in his hand.

Then the couple returned to the ward and fed the pill into Li Wei's mouth.