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The next morning, on the top floor of the hospital, strict personnel were still on duty, with hundreds of combatants taking shifts.
In the corridor, a row of seats was filled with people, led by Yuming's fan club, including Fatty Chen, Poverty Old Man, Qing Uncle, and others who had just arrived last night.
Everyone looked unwell, with bloodshot eyes, as if they hadn't slept all night.
The crowded corridor was unusually quiet; these individuals were silently waiting for Lin to wake up.
Even Fatty Chen, who usually couldn't hold back his impatience, remained silent. He occasionally lifted his head to glance through the glass window into the ward.
The atmosphere in the corridor was heavy, with worry written on everyone's faces.
"Beep beep beep!"
The communication alert from a smartwatch broke the silence. Fatty looked down at his watch; it was a call from Lü Liang. He pursed his lips and answered the call.
Lü Liang's face appeared on the screen, looking somewhat haggard and as if he hadn't closed his eyes all night.
"How is it?" Lü Liang's voice was low and dry.
"Everything is fine. Just stay at the Summer Training Program; my condition is stable now," Fatty replied, moistening his equally dry throat.
"I've already called Wei and Meimei; they should arrive this morning..."
"There's no need to have them come over; there are already enough people here."
With a sigh, Fatty tried to dissuade him, but he knew it was useless. He had done everything he could to prevent Lu Liang from returning to Azure Planet, expending much effort in the process.
“…”
Lu Liang remained silent, his eyes still filled with reluctance, hesitating about whether to go back.
Fatty also stayed quiet; they both understood that as long as Lin Yi remained unconscious, their hearts would be unsettled, even though the doctors assured them that Lin was not in danger.
Just as this awkward silence stretched on, a weak voice suddenly broke through, stirring everyone’s spirits.
“Why come back? To see my ugly face?”
Suddenly, everyone looked up at the doorway of the hospital room.
At some point, Lin had woken up. He was wearing a loose patient gown, leaning against the door frame, smiling at the crowd in the corridor.
His lips were pale and his face looked weak, but that smile was like warm sunlight, illuminating everyone’s hearts.
“Awake? Where is he? Let me see him!”
Lu Liang’s eyes widened in shock as he pounded on the camera, seemingly trying to leap through the screen.
“Brother.”
Fatty also lifted his head, his astonished expression lingering for a moment before his sausage-like mouth broke into a smile, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
"You're awake?"
The Poverty Old Man stumbled as he tried to get up. Perhaps he was too old; he could only stand with the support of Qing Uncle.
"Brother!"
Pushing Glasses, Yuming smiled. He stood up, brushed off his suit, took a deep breath, and his smile grew wider.
"Brother is awake!"
With that, everyone sitting stood up. There were those in black clothing and sunglasses from the Black Society, successful individuals in suits, and robust Interstellar Warriors.
No matter who they were, at this moment, everyone smiled at Lin because of his awakening.
Lin, leaning against the door, was momentarily stunned. He scanned the faces of the crowd; everyone wore joyful smiles, and many were even moved to tears.
When did Lin develop such a sense of cohesion? How did he come to have such a group of people around him?
Partners who had been through life and death, concerned elders from Severed Edge, fans who worried about him...
It turned out I was never alone; there were people by my side who had always supported me silently...
Looking at those faces, Lin's eyes became a bit moist. He was truly afraid that he would cry out loud at any moment.
Clearing his throat, Lin Bie turned away, twisted his neck to suppress that impulse, and then turned back with an even brighter smile.
"Everyone, I'm awake, and I'm fine!"
...
Dealing with the chaotic crowd was quite troublesome. Lin Yiyi greeted everyone and memorized the names and backgrounds of those fans.
After more than an hour, Lin finally persuaded everyone to go home, watching as they exited the hospital.
Only Fatty Chen, the latecomer Qin Wei, Lu Meimei, Yuming, and his assistant Yan Shan remained. Since the tiger left Azure Planet, she had taken up the position of his assistant.
As for Poverty Old Man and Qing Uncle, they were also persuaded by Lin to return home.
Seeing that Lin was not seriously injured, everyone naturally did not linger and left one after another.
Lin Xin felt grateful towards the fan group that came to Lin's aid. He left a message for everyone: "When I am discharged from the hospital, I will personally cook a feast to thank you gentlemen."
The fans left happily, cherishing Lin's promise.
Although the trip to Snowy Mountain wasted a lot of manpower and resources, receiving Lin's gratitude and having him remember this kindness was not a loss.
Once things settled down, Lin naturally started his livestream!
He wanted to show his many fans that he was fine and still full of energy, which would put their minds at ease.
Although Lin only streamed for an hour and chatted casually with everyone, those who joined sent him gifts as a token of their appreciation.
After handling these matters, Lin finally found some time to relax.
Sitting at the dining table, Lin sipped on health porridge, and his pale complexion gradually became more vibrant over time, as he had only experienced significant mental exhaustion.
He drank the porridge with his head down, but his mind was filled with questions. What exactly happened after he lost consciousness? How could his body be completely unharmed?
Lin did not understand these things; he pondered deeply, and everything seemed to hint at something strange.
Glancing at the Live Streamer lying on the chair, Lin narrowed his eyes. Perhaps it was time to have a serious conversation with this guy.
"Brother, regarding the doctor, Dream Source is in poor mental condition and may need to recuperate here for a while. The tour guide named Liya is stable now, but her recovery period might be longer."
Fatty Chen walked in from outside, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Then there's no rush. We can stay a few more days; as long as there are no major issues, that's good."
With a smile, Lin pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and enjoyed the warmth of surviving a crisis.
"By the way, how is things over at Lüliang?"
"They are already training steadily. I asked Teacher Bai, and his mood has improved quite a bit."
"That's good..."
Nodding slightly, Lin felt the last heavy stone in his heart lift upon hearing that Lü Liang was fine.
He let out a long breath and murmured softly, "Finally, everything has settled..."
"No, brother, not yet!"
Beside him, Yuming nudged Glasses, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
"Huh?" Both Lin and Fatty turned to him with puzzled expressions.
"Don't you want to know the consequences for those reckless fools?"
"Reckless fools... have you already uncovered the enemy's details?"
Lin narrowed his eyes, gripping his spoon tightly until it bent under the pressure.
"Of course, brother. Don't be angry; I'll take care of these matters!"
Yuming's smile was cruel yet cunning.
Perhaps this was the first step in their collaboration, and by taking this step, he had made Lin indebted to him. Their future cooperation would naturally proceed on the right path...
Yuming's gaze flickered, filled with both the concern of a friend and the calculation of a schemer as he looked at Lin.
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