Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on them. Ning Xiwan suddenly raised her head and struggled to stand up, but was held down by Duan Shuce.
Hua Jinyue stopped sobbing, and Bai Zhiye's hand, stroking the red string, froze. Chao Youye's gaze was like a concrete icicle, piercing the doctor.
"Doctor! How is Qingliu?!" Ning Xiwan's voice was hoarse and dry, with a heavy nasal tone and unconcealable fear.
The doctor sighed, his tone heavy: "The situation at the night club... is very complicated."
"The external injuries and internal bleeding on his body have been controlled and he is not in danger of death."
The doctor's words relaxed everyone's tense nerves a little, but the next sentence immediately tightened them again.
"The most difficult aspect is the shock to his brain and the psychological trauma he sustained. We detected abnormally active yet extremely disordered activity in his cerebral cortex, as if he were engaged in some kind of intense calculation and conflict... beyond our comprehension."
"At the same time, his consciousness has sunk deeply, and he barely responds to external stimuli. This isn't just physical damage; it's more like... an overdraft and tearing of the soul."
The doctor glanced at everyone, a trace of confusion and helplessness in his eyes. "Conventional medical treatment has limited effectiveness in his condition. His body needs rest to recover, but his consciousness... when it will regain consciousness, we can't predict. It could be soon, or it could be..."
The doctor didn't say anything else, but the unspoken meaning was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.
The three words "vegetative state" were like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around everyone's neck.
"No...no..." Hua Jinyue covered her mouth and tears burst out again.
Bai Zhiye's body shook, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper, even her lips lost the last bit of blood color.
She gripped the red rope tightly, her knuckles turning white from the exertion, as if it was the last tenuous link between her and Ye Qingliu.
Ning Xi seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She collapsed in the chair, with only boundless despair and confusion in her red eyes.
She looked at Ye Qingliu, the lifeless man lying on the bed in the ward, the "son" she had spoiled since childhood, the child who would be obedient, cute, and embarrassed in front of her...
The immense pain and self-blame completely overwhelmed her like a tsunami. It was her...it was her who failed to protect him...
Duan Shuce hugged Ning Xiwan's trembling shoulders tightly, his eyes behind the glasses were sad and complicated.
The damage to the observer's consciousness... the price of forced fusion of authority... this is more serious than he expected.
In the Supervisor's database, the record of the observer's loss of consciousness is almost equivalent to a declaration of death.
He looked at Ning Xiwan's collapse, Bai Zhiye's distraught look, and Hua Jinyue's tears...
An icy chill and unprecedented pressure wrapped around him tightly like shackles.
At this moment, Chao Youye, who had been silent like an ice sculpture, suddenly moved.
He let go of Mu Xinrong's hand, ignored everyone's gaze, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards the ward step by step, extremely slowly but with great determination.
The destructive and suffocating pressure around him seemed to be forcibly restrained the moment he stepped into the ward, but it still made the doctors and nurses at the door feel a palpitation and they involuntarily stepped back to make way.
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