Chapter 58 The Rain Stopped Sheng Yun Shen, the rain stopped.
While Ling Shu led Professor Xie's team to Xiaoming Building in a hurry, Sheng Yun was deeply trapped in a nightmare.
He was in an endless expanse of ice and snow.
The raging wind and snow were so intense that it felt like even his consciousness was being stung.
The Doomsday Clock, riddled with cracks, stood before him, its hands motionless, only ten ticks away from the finish line.
There are only ten days left until the end of the world.
In this desolate, icy wasteland, even his soul seemed frozen, completely unable to move an inch.
Sheng Yun Shen could only stare at the Doomsday Clock.
Everything outside, including Ling Shu's voice, seemed to be separated by a membrane, making it vague and unclear.
He tried to respond, but no sound came out.
But he could vaguely hear Ling Shu saying that she had invited Professor Xie and that he could rest assured.
Professor Xie...
Sheng Yunshen thought about it vaguely.
Wasn't he on a visit abroad?
With such heavy rain outside, Ling Shu must have put in a lot of thought and effort to successfully invite Professor Xie over.
Therefore, he is not alone.
"Outside," Ling Shu noticed his unusual behavior and was also trying her best to find a solution.
Thinking of these things, Sheng Yun Shen felt courageous and was not afraid of his situation.
His gaze toward the Doomsday Clock carried a hint of provocation.
No matter what, as long as he can move in the next moment, he will definitely run into it without hesitation!
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Professor Xie and his group hurriedly arrived at Xiaoming Building and went straight to the ward on the third floor.
Chen Zui originally wanted to come up with Ling Shu, but Ling Shu politely declined and asked the servant to take him to a guest room on the second floor to rest.
She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I had something I wanted to tell you, but I'll have to trouble you to wait."
Things that make you feel intoxicated can wait, but Sheng Yun Shen couldn't wait any longer.
Upon arriving at the ward, Professor Xie personally examined Sheng Yunshen's condition. Holding the reports of various test results, he frowned, looking puzzled: "Apart from a slightly elevated temperature, there really isn't anything wrong. Has he shown any other abnormal reactions?"
Ling Shu stood on the other side of the hospital bed, looking down at Sheng Yun Shen who was sleeping in the bed, and answered with certainty: "He is not in a clear state of mind right now. He seems to be awake one moment and unconscious the next."
Professor Xie paused in his examination, looked up at Ling Shu, and his gaze instantly sharpened.
He adjusted his glasses and calmly pointed out the flaw in her statement: "Ms. Ling, there is currently no research to prove that people in a vegetative state possess consciousness."
Without consciousness, how can there be wakefulness or coma?
Ling Shu stood up straight, meeting his gaze without backing down, and emphasized, word by word, "Professor Xie, Sheng Yun Shen is different; he is conscious."
Not only Professor Xie, but also the other doctors behind him all gasped in unison.
How can a person in a vegetative state be conscious?
If this is true, it would be a revolutionary discovery, and once it is made public, it would probably shock the whole world.
Professor Xie stared intently at Ling Shu with a deep gaze: "This is just your guess."
Ling Shu reached out and grasped Sheng Yun Shen's slightly warm hand.
Her tone was very calm: "Professor Xie, you've treated so many vegetative patients, you must have noticed Sheng Yun Shen's abnormality long ago, right? He doesn't look like a vegetative patient at all. There's no sign of muscle atrophy in his body, it's as if he's really just asleep..."
"So, it's not surprising that he's conscious, is it?"
After a few seconds, Professor Xie slowly nodded, agreeing with her statement: "Yes, he is different from others."
This is also one of the reasons why he values Sheng Yunshen and is willing to travel thousands of miles back to treat Sheng Yunshen's illness.
Sheng Yunshen's condition is completely different from that of ordinary vegetative patients, which is an open secret within Professor Xie's team.
However, no matter how bold their speculations were, they dared not consider the possibility that a person in a vegetative state could still have a conscious mind.
She glanced at the medical team around Professor Xie and said softly, "Please don't spread what I just said. I don't want... the Sheng family to suffer too much."
Having finally accepted that their family member had become a vegetable, the Sheng family now had to accept the fact that his consciousness was trapped inside his body, which was nothing short of torture.
Ling Shu couldn't tell anyone that she could communicate with Sheng Yunshen, so she could only choose to keep it a secret from them for the time being.
Professor Xie nodded again: "Don't worry, we are doctors and we will not disclose patients' privacy casually."
He turned around and expertly began instructing the team, "Arrange these tests, and prepare these medications..."
Under his arrangement, the medical team immediately began to move in an orderly manner.
Ling Shu sat by the hospital bed, holding Sheng Yun Shen's hand, cheering him on in her heart.
"Doggy, look, Professor Xie is really amazing. He accepted your special condition right away. He will definitely find a way to cure you."
So, don't be afraid.
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"...Don't be afraid..."
Amidst the icy snow, Sheng Yunshen tugged at the corners of his mouth, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
He wanted to answer that with her there, he wasn't afraid at all.
It was never Professor Xie who gave him confidence and strength, but her.
The ice and snow in front of him seemed to have melted a little, and Ling Shu's comforting voice became clearer and clearer.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and remained calm.
It's okay if he gets stuck in a blizzard; he'll wait patiently.
When the clock strikes twelve and he regains his freedom, he will still do what he is supposed to do.
Destroy the Doomsday Race! Destroy the Doomsday!
After waiting with my eyes closed for a long time, Ling Shu's voice faintly came from outside: "...It's almost midnight."
Sheng Yun Shen suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.
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It's almost midnight.
Ling Shu looked up at the wall clock, her voice soft.
She remained seated on the edge of the bed, still holding Sheng Yunshen's hand tightly.
Across from her, Professor Xie was examining a stack of test results, his brows furrowed: "According to the results, President Sheng is in good health. Apart from a slightly elevated temperature, there are no other abnormalities."
Ling Shu looked intently at Sheng Yun Shen and slowly shook her head: "But he is still not clear-headed."
Professor Xie pondered for a moment, then turned to his assistant: "Go and prepare these medications, and administer them intravenously immediately... Also, bring me my needle."
He explained to Ling Shu, "His condition may be due to the invading of pathogenic heat, causing delirium. While administering the medicine, I will also perform acupuncture to stimulate the Du meridian and pericardium meridian acupoints to help him regain consciousness and expel the pathogenic heat."
As he spoke, the assistant handed Professor Xie his needle.
Ling Shu nodded: "Professor Xie, please proceed with the treatment. I trust you."
"good."
Professor Xie disinfected the silver needles, unbuttoned Sheng Yunshen's clothes, and began acupuncture.
The acupuncture procedure seemed simple, but he was already sweating profusely, clearly indicating that it was extremely taxing on his energy.
Ling Shu watched this scene quietly without making a sound to disturb it.
Time passed second by second, and Sheng Yun Shen had more and more needles inserted into his body, his skin turning slightly pink.
The clock struck twelve.
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Amidst the swirling snow, Sheng Yunshen felt his body gradually changing.
The solid ice melted inch by inch, gradually dissolving.
His consciousness was like a seed that had survived the harsh winter, gradually stretching out in the warmth of early spring, tentatively sprouting its first green shoot.
The moment the clock struck twelve, he was able to move again.
Sheng Yun Shen raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the Doomsday Clock in front of him, and charged at it without hesitation!
Just as he was about to touch the Doomsday Clock, the snowflakes before him suddenly froze, and his consciousness solidified in mid-air. It was as if an unseen hand was manipulating the clock of time, freezing this moment in place.
Sheng Yunshen was puzzled for a moment.
In the stillness of the world, the mechanical male voice from before reappeared.
This time the sound was incredibly clear, right next to Sheng Yun Shen's ear, and he couldn't tell where it came from at all.
"Stop, Sheng Yun Shen, stop!"
"Do you want to destroy the main storyline of this world?"
Although the mechanical male voice was devoid of any emotion, Sheng Yun Shen detected a sense of exasperation in it.
He tried to respond and found that he could make a sound.
His voice was unusually clear in the extreme cold and deathly silence, with a rock-solid determination: "So what if it's destroyed? No one in this world welcomes the end of the world."
The mechanical male voice emphasized emotionlessly: "This is the destined plot, or as you would say, destiny."
Sheng Yun Shen remained steadfast and unaffected by its arguments: "If it's truly destined, why are you now telling me to stop?"
Mechanical male voice: "..."
It paused for two seconds, then softened its tone, "The arrival of a key plot point requires an anchor point. Sheng Yun Shen, you are that anchor point, the only vulnerable part of this world. But I don't understand why you want to destroy the main storyline?"
Sheng Yunshen paused, then subconsciously repeated his question: "...Why?"
"Right now you should be immersed in boundless pain and torment, suffering day and night, wishing the world would end so that your pain could be relieved, isn't that right?"
The mechanical male voice suddenly rose, icy and piercing, each word like a poisoned ice pick, precisely striking his sore spot, "You are clearly one of the most outstanding young people in this country, yet you were ambushed by the enemy and caused a car accident, becoming a vegetable, cruelly retaining consciousness and perception of the outside world, feeling the pain of your family but being powerless to help... Don't you hate it?"
Before Sheng Yun Shen could answer, it continued: "Your sister is a love-struck person who can't even see the true colors of her best friend and boyfriend. She hasn't realized that her boyfriend has already hooked up with her best friend. You tried to persuade her to break up with him, but she thought you were meddling too much and argued with you."
Sheng Yun Shen: "...?"
"Your brother is a spineless, good-natured man. He clearly loves his wife, but he can't get rid of other women's entanglements and hurts his wife without realizing it. You advised him to stay away from Bai Yue, but he got angry and argued with you."
Sheng Yun Shen: "...??"
"Your brother is a scumbag, and your sister-in-law isn't much better; she's a foolish 'brother-supporting demon.' To save her brother, she even considered giving up the child she had worked so hard to conceive, abandoning the Sheng family bloodline. It sounds so noble, but she completely fails to realize that her family members are all wolves and vampires, only wanting to extract benefits from her. Once they don't get what they want, they immediately turn their backs on her without hesitation. You advised her to stay away from her family, but she felt wronged and argued with you."
Sheng Yun Shen: "...???"
"Your nominal wife is a pitiful heiress, unloved by her parents, timid and weak, forced into a marriage in your place, and filled with hatred for you. Although she has no chance to argue with you, she always secretly abuses you, using needles, burning, suffocation... she has used every cruel method imaginable. Don't you wish that when the apocalypse comes, she would be bitten to death and dismembered by zombies?"
Sheng Yun Shen: "...???"
This is the most outrageous.
Before the mechanical male voice could finish speaking, Sheng Yun Shen interrupted him: "Alright, stop talking."
After a few seconds of pause, the mechanical male voice asked with a hint of smugness, "So, don't you think the end of the world isn't so bad? At least your despicable family members can get the ending they deserve..."
"My family is the best family in the world."
Sheng Yun Shen interrupted it again, calmly retorting: "My sister is kind and pure, and she gives her heart to her friends and lovers without holding anything back."
“My brother is gentle and kind, and he never had any designs on Bai Yue. He only felt sorry for his old playmate’s plight and wanted to help her. In this matter, the one who is truly guilty is Bai Yue, who was instructed by others and had ulterior motives.”
“My sister-in-law cherishes her family and gives selflessly, but she is not foolishly kind. She knows how to give up and cut her losses. It is the Su family who has wronged her. She has never wronged the Su family.”
"The suffering they endure stems from the evil of others, not from their own faults."
Sheng Yunshen paused for a moment, his words filled with tenderness.
"Is your version of the story too old? Why don't you take a look at the latest version and see how fortunate I am to have the best wife in the world?"
The mechanical male voice seemed momentarily bewildered, then subconsciously repeated his words: "The best wife... how could that be?"
Its voice gradually faded, as if it had indeed followed Sheng Yun Shen's instructions and gone to scan the plot.
Does "disruptor" refer to Ling Shu?
Sheng Yun Shen smiled slightly, feeling that the word was quite fitting.
Unbeknownst to them, the fates of everyone in the Sheng family were "disrupted" by Ling Shu, just like a gust of wind blowing away all the gloom.
As Ling Shu's husband, he should also play a role in making the terrible apocalyptic future disappear completely.
Time remained still, but he was already secretly gathering his strength, waiting to crash into the icy dial of the Doomsday Clock at any moment.
The mechanical male voice sensed his intention and grew even angrier. A sharp, piercing sound began to appear in the voice, accompanied by unstable noise: "Sheng Yun Shen, the disruptor has already spoiled your future fate. You know perfectly well that only when the apocalypse comes will you have any chance to stand up again!"
"The fate of the Sheng family has been altered by the disruptors, and they will not die in the early stages of the apocalypse. As long as the apocalypse arrives, you can become the most powerful zombie king, regain your freedom, and protect them for a long, long time."
"And to the troublemakers, you love her so much, don't you want to hug her yourself?"
"Are you really willing to give up like this and be a useless person who can only lie in bed forever?"
Sheng Yun Shen didn't answer, but instead asked it, "You're not human, are you?"
The mechanical male voice was silent for a few seconds: "What do you mean?"
His gaze swept across the still snow and wind, as if it could penetrate space and gently fall upon the figure guarding his sickbed.
"My wife, she really hates the apocalypse."
During countless nights of heartfelt conversation, whenever the apocalyptic scenes she had experienced were mentioned, Ling Shu appeared calm and collected, but her voice was always tense.
She almost entirely avoided discussing the details of her past, and the few words she occasionally uttered were terrifying.
If Ling Shu doesn't like it, then he won't like it either.
Sheng Yun Shen's voice carried an almost sacrificial calm and resolve, "Even if I could stand up again, how could my hands be worthy to embrace her?"
"Whether I'm in a vegetative state or a useless person, it's all my choice."
"I do it willingly."
Since things have come to this point, there's no need to say anything more.
Sheng Yun Shen refocused his energy and wholeheartedly experienced everything around him.
Regardless of who this mechanical male voice is, its energy is ultimately finite and cannot trap him for too long; he only needs to wait patiently.
The mechanical male voice seemed to have run out of words, only repeating phrases like "You'll regret this," "Disruption will come at a price," and "I'm going to report this to the mainframe." Sheng Yun Shen treated it like the buzzing of flies and didn't take it to heart at all.
At one point, the mechanical male voice suddenly stopped.
Now!
All of Sheng Yun Shen's thoughts, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, suddenly contracted and coalesced.
Those emotions about pain, perseverance, love, and sacrifice are compressed to the extreme, launching a final charge against confinement and predetermined fate.
Push forward relentlessly, and crash into the Doomsday Clock!
At the moment of impact, the Doomsday Bell emitted a long, mournful hum, like the final howl of a dying beast. The massive bell, forged from ice and snow, trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly widened and spread throughout it.
Countless huge ice shards crashed down, tumbling, colliding, and shattering in the air with a crisp cracking sound.
Sheng Yunshen calmly watched as the Doomsday Bell shattered and collapsed before his eyes, turning into millions of snowflakes that were instantly swept away by the gale and carried to the higher, farther, and deeper depths of nothingness.
That enormous figure that once covered the heavens and earth and foretold the end times has vanished without a trace.
The world was completely silent, and even the swirling snow gradually disappeared without a trace.
A mechanical male voice emitted a piercing scream.
Everything came to an abrupt end.
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Ling Shu didn't even know when she fell asleep.
The exhaustion from staying up all night sank her into a dreamless abyss, until a soft ray of light appeared, like the gentle caress of a lover's fingertips, quietly waking her up.
She opened her eyes somewhat blankly, and her blurry vision gradually cleared.
Ling Shu immediately raised her other hand and gently stroked Sheng Yun Shen's slightly pale cheek. The touch was warm and steady, and the heart that had been hanging in suspense all night finally settled back into her chest. Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Sheng Yun Shen's body temperature has finally returned to normal.
Her movements startled Professor Xie, who was dozing off by the bedside. The gray-haired old man opened his eyes, still sleepy, but his first reaction was to look at the hospital bed. His voice was hoarse from staying up all night, and his concern was evident: "How is it? How is President Sheng?"
Ling Shu smiled and said, "He no longer has a fever."
Professor Xie's tense shoulders instantly relaxed. He raised his hand to rub his sore temples and then asked, "Where is your consciousness? Has it returned?"
consciousness……
Ling Shu's smile froze for a moment.
Has Sheng Yun Shen regained consciousness?
In that instant, that incredibly familiar male voice rang in her mind, carrying its unwavering composure and gentleness: "Ling Shu, I'm here."
Ling Shu paused for two seconds, then smiled brightly and nodded affirmatively at Professor Xie: "Recovered!"
She didn't say how she knew Sheng Yun Shen had regained consciousness.
Having experienced everything that happened last night, Professor Xie only took a deep look at Sheng Yun Shen on the hospital bed and did not ask for details.
He turned to look out the window, his tone becoming more relaxed, "The rain has stopped, and it's getting light. I can finally go back and get a good night's sleep. This rain was so unsettling; it's a good omen that it's stopped now."
Has the rain stopped?
Ling Shu was suddenly stunned.
Since waking up, her attention has been entirely focused on Sheng Yun Shen, and she hasn't had time to care about anything else.
until
The heavy curtain of rain that seemed to threaten to engulf the entire world had quietly been removed, and the leaden-gray clouds had shattered and dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky washed clean by the rain.
In the distance, where the sky meets the earth, a newly risen sun is slowly ascending, igniting the clouds.
Vast swaths of magnificent colors were splashed and painted freely, dyeing half the sky red.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, generously covering the ward floor, falling on the bedside, on Sheng Yunshen's pillow, and on Ling Shu and Professor Xie, its warmth like the gentlest touch of the gods.
The city of Beijing outside the window, bathed in sunlight, once again radiates a warm and tranquil glow.
Facing the sunlight, Ling Shu subconsciously squinted, a surge of indescribable shock welling up inside her.
Ling Shu was somewhat dazed and couldn't help but murmur in her mind, "...Sheng Yun Shen, the rain has stopped."
The man chuckled in her mind, replying casually, "Yes, the rain has stopped."
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