204: 204. Miracle
The plane landed smoothly at Jiangcheng Airport. The ambulance, which had been waiting for a long time, wasted no time and directly transferred the comatose teenager to a private hospital in the city known for its neurology department.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the comatose teenager was admitted to a VIP ward, and the best neurologists and rehabilitation specialists from both inside and outside the hospital were invited for a consultation.
The doctors looked at the emaciated, unconscious teenager on the bed, then at Lu Feng and the other person, who were distinguished in demeanor and generous with their spending. They naturally assumed they were from a charitable foundation with great social responsibility or were invisible billionaires.
Although moved by their good deeds, when facing Mr. Yu, they still frankly said, "Out of humanitarian concern, treatment is not a problem, but Mr. Yu, his... chances of waking up are extremely slim."
"I know. You should still conscientiously formulate a detailed maintenance and awakening treatment plan. The rest is up to fate," Mr. Yu said.
After all medical procedures were arranged and the doctors began treatment, Lu Feng and Mr. Yu went to grab a meal.
Along the way, Mr. Yu tried to ask questions several times but ultimately held back.
Lu Feng saw his expression and explained, "He needs a reasonable process to wake up."
Mr. Yu hesitated, "Sir, who exactly is he?"
He didn't believe Lu Feng would go to such great lengths for an orphan; there must be something he didn't know.
Lu Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know soon. This is a... surprise."
After dinner, they returned to the ward. The treatment course had concluded. When only Lu Feng and Mr. Yu remained, Lu Feng motioned for Mr. Yu to guard the door. He walked to the bedside, looked at the lifeless body, and slowly closed his eyes.
His consciousness instantly sank into that vast dream space.
Beside him, the colorful dream bubble representing Andrew's life memories was circling and fluctuating around him, much more stable than before.
"Andrew," Lu Feng called out.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the bubble, and a vague consciousness responded, "Great God..."
"Get ready, I will grant you new life."
Lu Feng offered no further explanation. With a thought, he tried to guide this colorful bubble out of the dream space.
It was his first time doing this. However, the moment the bubble touched the boundary between reality and dream, a powerful repulsive force suddenly struck, as if invisible chains were trying to pull this consciousness, which should not exist in reality, back!
The bubble trembled violently, its light flickering erratically.
Lu Feng frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He concentrated, like arm wrestling, forcefully enveloping the struggling bubble, and let out a low growl: "Come out!"
As if breaking through some barrier, the next moment, Mr. Yu in the ward felt a blur before his eyes. He was shocked to see a soft, constantly shifting, brilliantly colored orb of light floating in mid-air above Lu Feng's palm!
The orb was only the size of a fist, but it pulsed slightly as if alive, seemingly containing endless energy.
He suddenly widened his eyes, his breathing instantly became rapid, and his heart pounded, almost bursting through his chest!
Although he had long revered Lu Feng as a god, witnessing such a scene, which defied the laws of physics and was almost a miracle, still sent shivers deep into his soul.
His eyes were filled with indescribable reverence and fanaticism, and his awe for Lu Feng reached its peak.
This was a miracle!!!
Lu Feng had no time to pay attention to Mr. Yu's reaction. He held the colorful bubble, which carried Andrew's entire consciousness, and slowly moved it to the pale, emaciated boy's forehead on the bed.
"Integrate," he whispered, gently pressing his palm downwards.
The colorful bubble, like a drop of water dissolving into a sponge, met no resistance and silently merged into the boy's glabella, disappearing from sight.
Silence fell over the ward.
Lu Feng and Mr. Yu both waited quietly.
A few seconds, then more than ten seconds... Just as Lu Feng wondered if something had gone wrong, the boy on the bed, whose eyelids had been still, suddenly twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly!
Then, another twitch!
The range of motion grew larger and larger!
Then, under the gaze of Lu Feng and Mr. Yu, those eyes that had been shut for three months, with confusion and struggle, laboriously opened a slit.
The light from outside the window was a bit dazzling for him, who had been in darkness for so long, making him instinctively want to close them again.
Just then, the ward door was gently pushed open, and a young nurse responsible for daily care walked in with a nursing tray.
She habitually looked at the bed first, preparing for routine care.
However, at that sight, the nursing tray in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, scattering instruments everywhere!
"Ah!!!!"
The nurse let out an incredulous scream, but the scream was filled with ecstasy, saying, "He's awake! He's awake! Doctor! Doctor, hurry! The comatose patient in Room 306 is awake!!"
This scream was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the hospital's tranquility.
The attending physician, neurology specialists, and department head, who rushed over upon hearing the news... a large group of white coats swarmed in, crowding the ward to capacity.
They looked at the boy on the bed, slowly moving his eyeballs, trying to adapt to the light, each of them flushed with excitement, repeatedly checking various vital signs and neurological reflexes.
"A miracle! This is simply a miracle in medical history!"
"Vital signs are stable! Brainwave activity is recovering!"
"Quick! Record all data! This is too incredible!"
They had already diagnosed the patient when he was admitted; the chances of him waking up were too low, almost impossible.
So, although they were treating him according to the highest standards, it was merely a formality. Now... he woke up after only one day?
"Is our treatment plan... that amazing?" The attending physician couldn't help but ask.
The department head couldn't help but say, "Of course, of course it's amazing! Hurry up and record it; every step is valuable experience!"
Amidst the excitement and clamor, Andrew, who had just woken up, felt his throat dry, like sandpaper rubbing, and a strong sense of emptiness and burning in his stomach.
He opened his mouth, trying to speak, and then, a weak but clear word, with a pure American accent, was laboriously uttered from his mouth:
"Water... I need... water..."
The noisy ward instantly quieted down.
All the medical staff were stunned, looking at each other.
They remembered very clearly that the medical records and community information showed that this was an orphan who grew up in a welfare institution, had never attended high school, and had never been abroad.
How could he speak better English than them as soon as he opened his mouth?
An old expert pushed up his glasses, thought for a moment, and explained, "This... this might be due to an unknown reorganization or displacement of the language center in the brain's functional area after severe brain damage, causing the patient to unconsciously access some hidden language memory fragments... This phenomenon has been documented in a very small number of brain injury cases and is called 'foreign accent syndrome'... Yes, it must be so!"
This explanation, which sounded a bit far-fetched but was scientific, temporarily appeased everyone's surprised and uncertain emotions.
After all, what more reasonable explanation could there be for an orphan who had been in a coma for three months suddenly waking up and speaking fluent English, other than a rare medical miracle?
Only Lu Feng, standing calmly behind the crowd, and Mr. Yu, still immersed in immense shock and reverence, knew the astonishing truth hidden behind this so-called "miracle" and "syndrome"...