ebookland Chapter 218 Lin Xiao has been unconscious for 3 months!
Chapter 218 Lin Xiao has been unconscious for 3 months!
The city under the cover of night is like a dreamlike jungle lit up by stars.
The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers reflect dazzling lights, intertwining with the endless stream of car lights on the road, weaving a bizarre and magnificent picture.
The neon signs flashed incessantly, illuminating the streets with vibrant colors, and the streets and alleys were filled with the unique lively atmosphere and fashionable ambiance of a bustling metropolis.
Inside the hospital's private room, the hustle and bustle outside stood in stark contrast:
The only light source was the bedside lamp, which emitted a soft glow, quietly illuminating the face of the unconscious girl on the hospital bed.
The girl's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her pale cheeks, and her lips were bloodless and slightly cracked.
The electrocardiogram monitor worked diligently beside her, the curves on the screen rising and falling rhythmically, and the ticking sound it emitted was particularly clear in the quiet room, as if it were keeping time for the girl's life.
Beside the bed, a woman in her fifties held the girl's hand tightly. Although the woman was dressed simply, she could not hide the elegant temperament that emanated from her.
Tears streamed down her face like broken beads, flowing continuously from her swollen eyes and dripping onto her hands clasped with the girl's.
As she wept, she gently stroked the girl's hair with her other hand.
Mr. Lin was tall and upright, the years having etched gray at his temples and deep wrinkles on his face, yet his eyes remained bright and piercing, radiating composure and determination. At that moment, he gently patted Mrs. Lin's shoulder, his voice gentle yet firm: "Don't be sad, everything will be alright!"
Lin's mother slowly raised her head, looking at Lin's father through teary eyes. Her cheeks were covered with tears, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying, just like pear blossoms wet in the rain, delicate and pitiful.
"It's been three months already, why hasn't Xiaoqian woken up yet! The doctor said there's nothing wrong with her body, they've checked her whole body and everything's fine, why won't she wake up!" Her voice was trembling and helpless, filled with sobs.
Mr. Lin sighed softly, his eyes filled with tenderness, and said, "It's good that everyone's alright. Maybe our Xiaoqian was just too tired, that's why she slept for so long. Don't cry, getting better is the most important thing. Here, you go back and rest first, I'll stay with the child!"
Upon hearing this, Lin's mother quickly shook her head, her eyes filled with determination and worry: "No, I want to stay with Xiaoqian, I'm worried..."
"Muxin...sigh..." Lin's father hesitated, a wave of helplessness and despair washing over him. His shoulders slumped slightly, and his eyes revealed a deep weariness.
He slowly turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoqian, who was unconscious on the hospital bed. At that moment, his inner defenses collapsed.
He suddenly raised his head, trying to open his eyes wide to hold back his tears, but his hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly without his control. In his heart, he kept repeating, "Xiao Qian, you must wake up soon! Your father and mother are by your side!"
In that quiet, almost oppressive hospital room, Lin's father and mother completely broke down in tears.
Lin's father's usually resolute face was now filled with grief. He held his daughter's hand tightly, his voice trembling as he almost roared, "Xiaoqian, wake up! Daddy's here!"
Lin's mother was already sobbing uncontrollably, slumped on the edge of the bed, burying her head in the sheets, her sobs expressing her worry and concern for her daughter: "My child, how could you bear to sleep like this? I want to see your eyes again..."
However, no matter how much they cried and pleaded, everything around them seemed to be shrouded in an invisible veil of silence.
In the hospital corridor, the lights cast a pale, cold glow, illuminating the empty passageway. Only the occasional faint buzzing of instruments from the nurses' station in the distance further accentuated the deathly silence of the space.
Inside the ward, the pristine white walls and cold medical equipment remained silent, as if they had long been numb to the joys and sorrows of this world. Lin Xiaoqian, lying on the hospital bed, remained like a sleeping fairy, her face devoid of color, her breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible, and she did not respond to her parents' calls.
In this despairing silence, a miracle quietly occurred. Lin Xiaoqian's fingers, which were placed at her side, twitched slightly involuntarily, as if gently caressed by a breeze.
The movement was so subtle that it was impossible to detect unless you were watching closely.
But at this moment, Lin's parents, immersed in immense grief, did not notice this subtle change at all.
Outside the ward, night had long since fallen. City lights cast dappled and distorted shadows on the ground through the blurry windowpanes. The cold wind howled like a mournful woman between the buildings, causing the bare branches of the trees outside the hospital to creak and groan as if playing a sad dirge.
Lin Xiaoqian, however, remained immersed in that unknown dream, completely unaware of the desolation of the outside world, the pain of her parents, or the fleeting glimmer of life she had just experienced.