Chapter 816: Chapter 191: That Year, That Night, That Storm, That Man
Bing Shangxue spoke with a bit of anger: "Why not inform the family? The child is injured, especially with a soul injury, only a mother’s embrace can truly help the child recover with peace of mind, you this..."
Ye Meng said cautiously: "Teacher Bing, it’s like this, when Fang Che first fell into a coma, it was very painful. Sometimes even while unconscious, he would sweat profusely, convulse, cramp all over, and his face would be contorted..."
"But two days later, he became stable and quiet. He would only occasionally frown."
"Two more days passed, and he stopped frowning, he just seemed to be sleeping every day..."
Ye Meng said carefully: "My cousin and I discussed, and we both thought this was a sign of improvement... so..."
"So you just waited for him to wake up?"
Bing Shangxue sighed. She nodded helplessly: "Perhaps, you two are right."
Although she appeared cold on the outside usually, she was actually very soft-hearted and emotional; she couldn’t bear to say anything that would make the two feel guilty.
In her heart, a thought lingered: "Maybe you guys are mistaken. When he was showing severe symptoms, he was resisting, fighting within his divine soul, trying to wake up; and when he has no symptoms, that’s when it’s most dangerous." However, she did not voice this thought.
She simply reminded: "For a person whose divine sense is severely damaged leading to a deep coma, usually for high-level martial artists, the maximum limit is three months, within this period, if one can wake up by themselves, they will wake up. If they cannot wake up within this time, it will be difficult afterwards."
"So you have to discuss well and grasp the timing properly."
"If you only tell the family after three months, you probably will be beaten to death."
Bing Shangxue warned: "You are waiting first, fearing that the family’s reaction will be too intense and lead to other accidents is understandable. But... you also need to manage the time limit well."
"For example, one month, or one and a half months; but it must not exceed one and a half months, you must tell the family by then!"
Ye Meng and Fang Qingyun nodded repeatedly.
The two had also thought about this.
But the greatest hope was that Fang Che would wake up before then.
For Fang Che, raised alone by Fang Qianyi, her son was her life, this sentence is not an exaggeration. If she knew that Fang Che was in a coma and might not wake up, Fang Qianyi might genuinely suffer a mental breakdown.
The pillar of her life, directly collapsed.
And for Fang Che’s uncle, Fang Zhenghang, the father of Fang Qingyun, Fang Che was now the pride and hope of the entire family!
This hope was one that could already be seen, unlike the uncertain one of Fang Qingyun.
If he were told that his nephew was in a coma and might not wake up, even if Fang Zhenghang’s reaction might be a bit stronger than Fang Qianyi’s, it still wouldn’t be much stronger!
Moreover, if such a thing were to happen, even if Fang Che did wake up, he would not have peace of mind in this lifetime.
But the problem now was: not saying anything would leave the two under unbearable pressure, saying something and having something happen, they couldn’t bear it either.
Ye Meng was slightly better off.
Fang Qingyun was miserable, feeling that whether his cousin woke or not, his father was likely to break his legs a few times.
But the problem now was that as Fang Che’s closest cousin, he had to stand up for his sister-in-law in this matter!
Even if he had to get battered and shattered, he had to stand firm.
If Fang Qingyun were to let go or become indecisive, considering the situation, Fang Qingyun truly feared that Ye Meng might do something foolish.
Similarly, Fang Che’s injury also concerned various high-level figures.
The people at Yin Shen Palace kept asking every day: "Has he woken up yet?"
"No, still in a coma, it seems quite critical."
Yin Shen Palace hadn’t eaten well in days due to worry. They didn’t even want to practice martial arts anymore, much less drink. They were deeply sentimental, much like a lonely old bachelor poet who lost all eight of his sons.
He couldn’t eat, and neither could Mu Lin Yuan and Qian Sanjiang, while Hou Fang was so troubled he used alcohol to drown his sorrows but ended up getting beaten by the three of them.
"The child is in a coma and about to become a living-dead, and yet you can still drink! We’ll beat you to death, you old bastard!"
...
Dongfang Siwu was quite surprised since arriving.
Who is this child in a coma?
Why is it so crowded around him?
People from the Martial Arts Academy, Guardian Hall, Southeast Headquarters, and that was it.
But unexpectedly, I even have to personally watch over him.
And Brother Sansan sends one news update a day: "Any discovery? Has he woken up?"
"No unusual findings, no suspicious people, and he hasn’t woken up."
No further comments from there.
Then the next day, another message: "Any discovery? Has he woken up?"
"No, same as yesterday."
No response again.
Dongfang Sansan at the Guardian Headquarters was gradually losing patience.
It’s been half a month already.
How come he’s still not awake?
Hasn’t he taken the God Fusion Pill yet?
Fang Che isn’t in trouble, right? Dongfang Sansan’s confidence was fading.
Ningxue Sword returned to Headquarters after escorting Zhao Ying’er, and had now been at Guardian Headquarters for twelve days.
Those twelve days, for Ningxue Sword, felt like years.
Not for any other reason.
Every day, when Dongfang Sansan looked at him, it was as if he was looking at the corpse of an enemy!
Though he hadn’t been scolded.
Still, Ningxue Sword involuntarily became visibly more humble each day.
Facing Dongfang Sansan, he couldn’t help but bend lower and lower as days passed, and his facial expressions involuntarily became more ingratiating...
Especially in recent days, it got to the point where, from far away, upon seeing Dongfang Sansan, he would immediately turn and run, his heart pounding wildly in panic.
