"The patient was near the teleportation array at the time and was not attacked. There were no obvious external injuries on his body, but... he seemed to have suffered some mental setbacks and fell into hallucinations."
"According to the doctor, he is currently immersed in his own fabricated dreams."
"The current advice is not to act rashly, but to wait until later for an awakened person from a specific spiritual lineage to treat him."
The cold-faced warrior looked at the somewhat distraught Tataka, then shook his head and silently left the room, leaving it to the two men.
This happens far too often...
Too many people have been lost in this turmoil.
He has other things to do, and many more people to save.
"Damn supernatural beings!"
Gritting his teeth in anger, he brushed past someone in the corridor and headed to the next room.
Inside the room, Tataka, who had dwarven blood, never got to drink his favorite wine again.
At that moment, he had no interest in drinking.
With her head down, Tataka looked at Song Yishun, her gaze shifting away from the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Creak.
He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, the image of Song Yishun, who had been filled with joy and eager to return home in glory, still lingering before him.
I remember it all so vividly!
“I have been gone for a very long time. My parents are just ordinary people. They can’t hold on for much longer. I should go back.”
"Don't worry, I might come to see you again in the future."
"Tataka, we agreed to only drink one bottle... glug glug glug!"
"Today, you are my elder brother!"
"Come on! Drink some more! Cheers! Hahahaha..."
Back then, he was still laughing and singing!
At that time, his eyes still shone with light, filled with hope for the future.
He hoped to return home in glory, longed to go back to his hometown, reunite with his family, and marry his lover.
And now...
Wake up!
Tataka looked at Song Yishun, who was lying paralyzed on the hospital bed with lifeless eyes but constantly changing expressions, and felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart with a dagger.
It shouldn't be like this!
He could have easily returned to his hometown and lived a fulfilling life!
Tataka had regretted it ever since he dragged Song Yishun into the world of Awakeners seven years ago.
He wasn't sure if he should let Song Yishun, this powerless ordinary person, force his way in. What he thought was a benefit might actually be suffering for him...
Tataka had once made a decision, agreeing to the other party's request to learn more, and brought him in.
He protected the boy he had taken in, watched him grow up, and watched him leave after he matured...
But now!
!
Is all of this wrong?
No!
"Kid! You have to be strong!"
In her grief, Tataka did not notice that there was another person in the room.
The third person, whose face was obscured, lowered his head and flipped through a book, whispering in a chilling tone:
Who is running through the darkness and wind at this moment?
It was that father with his child;
He held the child in his arms.
He held the child tightly to keep him warm.
Walking to the bedside, Tataka reached out and grabbed the slumped Song Yishun by the collar, lifting him up directly.
Even if I've ruined you, I won't let you continue down this path of despair!
With his eyes wide and red, Tataka looked at Song Yishun and said in a deep voice:
"Child, you can't live in a dream forever."
My son, why do you hide your face?
After being shaken for a while, Song Yishun finally showed some reaction, seemingly responding to Tataka's voice.
His dull eyes flickered, and he slowly looked at Tataka in front of him.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, somewhat bewildered:
"Mr. Tataka?"
Seeing Song Yishun's reaction, Tataka almost burst into tears and asked:
"Yes! It's me! How are you feeling!?"
With a difficult shake of his head, Song blinked and said somewhat strangely:
"What are you talking about? I'm fine? Oh right!"
Suddenly, he perked up, a strange flush rising to his face. He said, excited yet somewhat shy:
"I proposed to my girlfriend, and she said yes."
His consciousness faltered, his words faltered, and then he continued:
"We're getting married soon, we've waited too long, so we plan to hold it as soon as possible..."
"Since you're here, could I ask you to be our witness?"
"I've always known how much you've helped me over the years, and you're the most suitable person for me!"
Tataka, watching Song Yi, who seemed clear-headed but was still envisioning a bright future, felt a chill run down her spine.
"Child, you..."
He wanted to say something, but seeing Song Yishun so immersed in happiness, he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Song Yishun, still immersed in her dream, suddenly tilted her head and asked curiously:
"...Oh, did anyone else come with you? Why didn't you introduce them to me?"
who?
Turning around, Tataka found that the soldiers who had been in the room had left, and the place Song Yishun was looking at was empty.
"Dad, didn't you see that demon king?"
The demon king wore a crown and a long, flowing robe.
Tataka turned back, took a deep breath, and said:
"Stop talking nonsense, there's nothing there... Kid, stop lying to yourself."
No, my son, it's just a cloud of smoke.
This can't go on.
If Song Yishun continues in this state, he will not be able to hold on until an awakened being from the spiritual spectrum comes to treat him, and he will completely collapse.
"Have you heard me say that your family members are all..."
"They, all of them, have already..."
He died.
The cold, hard truth was stuck on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
This pressure caused Tataka immense pain and anger!
We grieve for Song Yishun's tragic fate and are furious at the culprits who caused it all!
"You mean my family? They're very kind! Yes, I'll take you to meet them. You're my benefactor, and they've always been very grateful to you!"
"And this one..."
In Song Yishun's eyes, the figure of Mohu standing behind Tataka revealed a pair of eyes.
Although it was filled with cold killing intent, it also contained a warm and loving heart.
The figure gently shook its head, then extended its fair hand and gently placed it on Song Yishun's head.
The next moment, Song Yishun heard an unclear, illusory voice.
That cold voice was speaking in a gentle tone:
She said:
"Come with me, my lovely child!"
I want to play fun games with you;
Many colorful flowers are blooming by the sea.
My mother had many clothes embroidered with gold thread.
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