2: Resuscitator—Resurrection!

Liu Yan shrugged indifferently.

“I really should be the one customizing the textbooks.”

After all, before he transmigrated, he was strong enough to kick a convoy to death.

All the information he knew, and all the points on the map, were like a walking encyclopedia in this world.

“You!”

The now quiet classroom allowed Liu Yan's voice to clearly reach Teacher Qi's ears.

“Quick, Teacher Qi looks like he's about to faint!”

“Go call the school doctor!”

The students saw Teacher Qi leaning against the blackboard, clutching his heart, and having some difficulty breathing, and immediately fell into a chaotic mess.

Some students who usually had a good relationship with the teacher glared at Liu Yan.

If looks could kill, Liu Yan would have been sliced into a thousand pieces by now.

“Liu Yan, why didn't I see you have much ability in the Third District before?”

“Exactly, a big-mouthed guy who only talks big.”

The moment the first student stood up to accuse Liu Yan, others quickly joined in.

What the crowd didn't know was that when Teacher Qi smashed the podium just now, he took a closer look at the textbook.

The first page, which described the equipment of an Asala Guard Soldier, indeed only listed the vepr submachine gun and the M870.

But on the second page, it clearly listed the other few guns Liu Yan mentioned.

One must know that what he held in his hand was a new textbook just issued two days ago.

Even their teacher hadn't fully memorized the latest content on it.

But Liu Yan had stated everything, item by item!

Even the UZI submachine gun that Liu Yan mentioned was not recorded in the latest textbook.

Teacher Qi, already feeling embarrassed about this, completely broke down when he heard Liu Yan say that he should be the one to compile the textbooks.

“If you're so amazing, why don't you enter the Third District? Just bringing out a few things would be enough to pay your tuition.”

“Exactly, why would he secretly work odd jobs on weekends then?”

“He's just one rotten apple, why bother with him?”

The accusations and curses in the classroom grew louder and louder.

Soon, a calm voice clearly reached everyone's ears in the noisy classroom.

“A bunch of idiots.”

After speaking, Liu Yan picked up his jacket and left the classroom without looking back.

Coming to school every day was just a way for Liu Yan to experience campus life.

Even the most authoritative professors in this world might not know as much information as he did.

On the way home, Liu Yan couldn't help but recall.

When he first transmigrated here, he had planned to study hard and make up for his past regrets.

However, he never expected that in this world, all learning revolved around various knowledge of the delta operation.

Fortunately, if one could join the Special Operations Company after graduation, they would receive 3 New Recruit Standard Equipment Vouchers each month.

The equipment in one New Recruit Standard Equipment Voucher was worth a full 50,000 yuan.

Even if one didn't take the equipment vouchers into the Third District to try their luck, they could sell them to others.

A guaranteed income of 150,000 yuan a month was enough to live a life of comfort.

Before transmigrating, Liu Yan, lacking an education, barely managed to get a job at a company through a friend's introduction.

The company Liu Yan worked for specialized in character motion capture for the game delta operation.

And Liu Yan's profession was a motion capture actor.

This also led to Liu Yan getting addicted to gaming again after entering the workforce.

But he couldn't be entirely blamed; after all, delta operation was simply too much fun.

The recollection abruptly ended, and before he knew it, Liu Yan had returned to his home in this world.

“Mom, I’m home.”

Liu Yan habitually changed into his slippers and called out without looking up.

However, he received no response.

“Mom?”

Liu Yan quickly looked around and found that she was not home.

“If you still love me, give me back my heart. You exchanged love for youth, what do I have left…” A clear phone ringtone sounded from his pocket.

Liu Yan saw an unfamiliar number on his phone.

“Hello, who is this?” Liu Yan asked politely.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit anxious.

“Are you Ms. Liang Chunhua's family member?”

Liang Chunhua was the name of Liu Yan's mother in this world.

“I am, what's wrong?” Liu Yan replied, slowly frowning.

The other party's hurried tone gave Liu Yan a very bad premonition.

“This is Sunshine Neurology Hospital.”

“Ms. Liang's condition has severely worsened, and we now need a direct family member to come and sign.”

Liu Yan froze in place after hearing the other party speak.

He possessed all of the original owner's memories and did not recall his mother ever having any illness.

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Liu Yan called his mother, but it went to voicemail.

Liu Yan hurriedly put on his shoes and left the house, heading to the Sunshine Neurology Hospital the other party mentioned.

He had just suspected that the other party might be some kind of scam.

But he only needed to go to the hospital to confirm; if there was no medical record for his mother, then he would immediately call the police... Sunshine Neurology Hospital.

After Liu Yan entered the hospital, he dialed the number again.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital made Liu Yan feel very uncomfortable, and soon the other party answered the phone.

Following the other party's directions, Liu Yan arrived at a consultation room.

“Hello, my surname is Zhao, just call me Dr. Zhao. I see you're not very old, you must be Ms. Liang's son, right?”

Inside the consultation room, a middle-aged man in a white coat stood up and extended his hand to Liu Yan.

Liu Yan nodded numbly.

Dr. Zhao sighed at the sight, pulled a stack of medical records from his desk, and handed them to Liu Yan.

Although Liu Yan couldn't understand the various medical terms on the records, two words clearly stood out in his eyes.

These two words were all too familiar to Liu Yan.

Brain cancer!

Liu Yan's hand, clutching the medical records, gradually trembled.

Why such a coincidence?

His biological mother had died of brain cancer.

Unpleasant memories from the past flooded his mind, and tears gradually blurred Liu Yan's eyes.

Dr. Zhao saw this and patted Liu Yan's shoulder.

“It's been a while, she never told you.”

“But the current situation…”

The middle-aged doctor shook his head helplessly.

“How much longer can she live?” Liu Yan's voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't ask if treatment could be successful.

When the other party was speaking just now, he had already seen the scans, which were identical to those of his deceased mother.

“If she's lucky... two more months,” the middle-aged doctor replied truthfully.

Next, Liu Yan mechanically followed the middle-aged doctor's guidance through the entire process.

Seeing Liu Yan's state, the middle-aged doctor felt a pang of sympathy and stopped Liu Yan.

“Actually... there's still a way.”

Hearing this, Liu Yan's eyes lit up, then dimmed.

His current physical age was only 19; the other party probably saw that he was still young and kindly wanted to give him some hope.

“No need…”

Liu Yan was about to refuse when the middle-aged doctor interrupted him.

“Third District, resuscitation ventilator.”

Hearing these words, Liu Yan's eyes instantly widened.

That's right, this world was completely different from his own.

“But isn't that thing for treating the heart and lungs?” Liu Yan asked with a frown.

Hearing this question, the middle-aged doctor shook his head.

“No.”

“A friend of mine at the Special Operations Company told me.”

“The resuscitation ventilator in the Third District... has an extremely powerful effect.”

“What effect?” Liu Yan was taken aback.

“Revival.”