Zhao Huijing couldn't take it anymore and threw herself at him, crying, "Wake up! Don't you listen to your mother anymore?"
Yu Wenhai gently pulled her up.
Zhao Huijing threw herself into her husband's arms, staring blankly at the empty space in front of her, as if she had made up her mind: "If he really leaves, I will go with him."
Yu Wenhai scolded her: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Then what do you expect me to do?" Zhao Huijing pounded on Yu Wenhai like a madwoman, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
She no longer possessed the calm and gentle demeanor of a professor; now she was simply a mother, and that child lay in a hospital bed, his life hanging in the balance.
“When I gave birth to him, I almost lost half my life. If he were to leave, it would be like taking my life away.”
Yu Wenhai wanted to say something, but ultimately gave up and held his wife in his arms.
Two people, both over fifty, encouraged each other.
On the large television screen in the VIP ward, Jiang Si was playing a requiem.
For some reason, they also quieted down.
As he was immersed in the nameless melody, Yu Wenhai's gaze inadvertently swept over his son.
He opened his eyes in disbelief, and for a moment he stood there, his cheek muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He held his breath and nudged his wife in his arms. "Look, isn't Xiao Chong moving?" He was afraid it was all just his imagination.
Zhao Huijing's eyes snapped to that direction.
After falling into a coma again, Yu Zhong did not respond to the outside world, but now his fingers are trembling slightly.
The two, realizing what was happening, hurriedly pressed the call button.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
Upon hearing the noise, the doctor rushed over.
Yu Zhong's mild physical reactions continued, and after all the tests were conducted, it was ultimately to no avail.
Yu Zhong quickly fell back into a deep coma.
Being highly educated individuals, they understood the doctor's meaning from his hesitant expression.
This may be a final burst of energy before death.
How can they accept this result?
The live variety show broadcast on TV was still going on.
Perhaps people become more calm when they are in the face of extreme grief.
Watching Jiang Si's calm and collected demeanor on TV, in a flash, they recalled a series of strange things about her.
Jiang Si knew that her son was lying in the grass.
It was Jiang Si who told people to pray, and her son's heartbeat returned after it had stopped.
It was Jiang Si's singing that finally elicited a response from her son.
Everything is Jiang Si.
Their hearts pounded as a vague yet terrifying thought flashed through their minds.
Perhaps Jiang Si has a solution.
They are highly educated intellectuals who do not believe in ghosts or gods at all, but given the current situation, they have no choice but to try anything as a last resort.
If there truly is divine protection, they are willing to sincerely worship Buddha from now on.
After listening, Jiang Si said, "It may all be fate. It is his good fortune to meet me."
Zhao Huijing said nervously and in a low voice, "Master Jiang, can you save Xiao Chong?"
She stared intently at Jiang Si.
Jiang Si was all too familiar with those pleading looks from ordinary people.
"Give me Yu Zhong's birth date and time."
Zhao Huijing quickly gave him his birthday.
Jiang Si was taken aback; she was still not very familiar with the modern Gregorian calendar.
Yu Wenhai, a literature professor, immediately provided the lunar calendar.
Jiang Si nodded approvingly.
She enjoys interacting with intelligent people.
The two of them stared motionlessly at Jiang Si, her eyes lowered, her five fingers constantly calculating, almost forgetting to breathe.
This is their only hope.
"Your son is born into wealth and is extremely intelligent. He is destined for a smooth and worry-free life." People with good fortune are generally like this, so Jiang Si didn't want to say anything more.
Jiang Si looked up, her expression unreadable.
“Then…” Zhao Huijing said somewhat anxiously.
Does that mean there's hope?
Yu Wenhai calmed himself down. “Master, please speak freely,” he said, taking a deep breath. “We can accept whatever the outcome may be.”
Jiang Si's face showed a hint of sarcasm; otherwise, why would she hate those cowards so much?
"According to his destiny, this was how it should have been, but—"
"But what?"
"At some point, his destiny was stolen. In other words, his luck was gone, and he would slowly disappear from this world, leaving only the past and no future."
The past and future they refer to are their previous lives and their next lives.
If one's destiny is stolen, one's soul will truly be scattered.
"What does 'stolen' mean??" Can a person's fate really be stolen? This is far beyond their imagination.
"Why not?" Jiang Si said, "Haven't you seen all of that on your TV shows? Do you really think there are so many things that defy fate?"
"It will happen, but it will be difficult." Otherwise, why would she ultimately end up with her soul lost and nowhere to be found? Of course, it can't be said that she was completely useless; at least she's still alive.
"Your science emphasizes the conservation of energy, and so does this concept of destiny. If you take a destiny that doesn't belong to you, the number of people whose destiny is taken will naturally decrease."
Jiang Si looked at the darkening sky outside and said, "Heaven is both ruthless and compassionate."
Hearing this, it seemed they were going to fight against fate. The couple suddenly collapsed, their voices choked with sobs: "Then...can we get it back?"
"When did he fall into a coma again?" Jiang Si asked.
“Six days ago,” Yu Wenhai replied.
If it's six days, then seven days would be the day Yu Zhong's deadline arrives.
"Is there a problem with this date?" Zhao Huijing asked, her sensitive nerves easily tugged by the slightest disturbance.
Jiang Si didn't explain further, saying, "Let's go now."
"Okay, okay." Jiang Si agreed to whatever she said.
Before leaving, Yu Wenhai and Zhao Huijing wanted to put their gear back on, but Jiang Si understood their concerns and said, "It's okay, people on the street won't recognize us."
It's just a matter of a talisman.
On such a hot day, she didn't want to be wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
Jiang Si took out a talisman, flipped it over, and it spontaneously combusted without wind. The ashes of the talisman scattered all over them and disappeared in a short while.
Zhao Huijing is a university physics professor.
At that moment, her brain, which was filled with physics knowledge, was subjected to an unprecedented shock.
This is not scientific!
Anywhere you look, you could make Newton turn in his grave!
Jiang Si casually explained, "Oh, I was just pretending!"
Yu Wenhai and Zhao Huijing: "..." Do you think we believe that?
But in any case, their confidence grew stronger; their son was definitely saved!
The two exchanged a glance and communicated silently.
Since they're already like this, there's no need to think about scientific or unscientific things anymore.
Changing one's fate is not a scientific matter!
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