171: Chapter 171 Wen Xin's Strange State

Chapter 171 Wen Xin's Peculiar State

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor.

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Spread out around him were various items, all of which were harvests brought back from Yongan Island.

A uniquely shaped anesthetic pistol, along with thirty syringe bullets equipped with a powerful anesthetic.

A black reagent box containing a syringe and five injections storing blue liquid.

A faint blue fluorescent glow leaked from within, appearing quite eye-catching and unusual.

These were all spoils of war obtained from the members of the Noah Organization.

Beside them were also a white mask, two pieces of bowl and dish porcelain, and three censer- and box-shaped gold and silver artifacts.

These were sunken ship antiques found around the seabed fissure, and their specific value was temporarily unknown.

However, as for that mask, Fang Cheng could be certain that it was definitely a rare, peerless treasure.

Its material seemed to be made of plaster, yet it couldn't even be pierced by bullets from a submachine gun.

Aside from being sturdy, it even possessed ductile characteristics, able to perfectly fit the shape of his face.

In addition to possessing ultra-high practicality.

The two rubies embedded in the eye area were crystal clear and of excellent quality; taking them out to sell alone would not be a small sum of money.

Of course, Fang Cheng definitely wouldn't sell this mask.

Through its performance in a fierce battle, it was already enough to prove that its practical use for him far exceeded its meaning as an antique.

Inside the last grayish-white metal box, what was being preserved was precisely the ancient remains.

This thing had a high radiation intensity, which was actually very dangerous for ordinary people.

In the future, he would need to custom-make a radiation-proof safe specifically for storing it.

Fang Cheng's gaze carefully swept over all the items and landed on those five antiques.

He immediately picked up his phone, dialed a number, and called Ma Donghe.

After a few beeps, the call was quickly connected.

"Hello, hello, A-Cheng, you've finally come back!"

As soon as the call connected, a rough voice came out from the receiver.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Cheng showed a smile and said:

"Where are you? How about we get together tonight?"

"Ah, don't you know yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Ma Donghe seemed to freeze for a moment, then told Fang Cheng:

"Wen Xin has met with an accident; she is currently staying at Jiangbei Hospital..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng furrowed his brows, and his smile instantly vanished.

Jiangbei Hospital.

A yellow taxi sped over and stopped outside the main entrance.

Fang Cheng got out of the car and looked up at the brightly lit inpatient building.

Having just returned from one hospital with good news, he had rushed to another, needing psychological preparation to face illness.

Subtly, there was a feeling of fate's caprice.

After inquiring at the lobby service desk, Fang Cheng quickly took the elevator to the neurology ward area on the thirteenth floor.

Finding Wen Xin's ward number, he pushed open the door and entered, discovering that everyone inside was familiar.

Wen Huiyi, Zhou Xiumei, Master Lin, and Ma Donghe who had called to notify him just now.

Each and every one of them wore worried expressions, keeping silent. Seeing Fang Cheng enter, they immediately all raised their heads to look over.

"What happened?"

Fang Cheng's gaze landed on Wen Xin on the hospital bed, and he immediately asked: "She was perfectly fine, how could she fall into a coma?"

Wen Huiyi crouched in front of the bed, tightly gripping her daughter's palm, murmuring and muttering:

"I don't know either. She was fine in the morning, and by the afternoon she was like this... I'm so foolish, clearly knowing that my daughter has a weak body, yet still letting her follow me to work..."

At this moment, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she was still silently wiping away continuously falling tears, her speech appearing incoherent.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei quickly took over the conversation, clearly explaining the situation to Fang Cheng:

"The afternoon before yesterday, little Wen Xin was helping out with work in the shop when she suddenly fainted on the ground without warning and couldn't be woken up no matter how much she was called. Sister Wen and Master Lin sent her to the hospital for medical treatment. After I found out, I also rushed over to lend a hand."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

The day before yesterday was the 24th, exactly the day he returned. No wonder they weren't seen at home that night.

However, Wen Xin was so young, yet she suddenly fell ill and fainted; could it be...

A bad thought instantly surfaced in his mind.

Zhou Xiumei then explained with a slightly troubled expression:

"The doctors have already arranged several full-body checkups, all of which showed no problems. This morning they just did a brain MRI, and temporarily no trouble was found either, but little Wen Xin just can't wake up. Right now they can only do some conservative rehabilitation treatment."

Master Lin was also frowning nearby and took over the conversation:

"When Wen Xin fainted, I checked her pulse. Her breathing and heartbeat were both within the normal range. Logically speaking, her body shouldn't have any major problems."

Fang Cheng let out a soft sigh, putting his mind slightly more at ease.

At this time, Ma Donghe raised his voice and hollered:

"No mistakes, first release, inside content, all here, take a look!"

Saying this, he comforted Wen Huiyi:

"Little sister, you don't need to worry. I'll have the old man in my family figure out a way and use connections to transfer Wen Xin to the best hospital in Dongdu. Even if there are any intractable terminal illnesses, I guarantee they'll be able to find it out."

With this comfort of his, Wen Huiyi instead shuddered all over, sobbing even more incessantly.

Fang Cheng glared at Ma Donghe, signaling him not to speak recklessly.

Then he walked to the hospital bed and carefully observed Wen Xin's current state.

Because she hadn't woken up for over two days, her face was snow-white, lacking color.

Right now she was hooked up to an intravenous glucose drip to replenish body fluids and energy.

Her entire person was curled up in a ball, her eyelids tightly closed, yet her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Fine beads of sweat were even seeping out from her forehead, as if her body was very hot, or as if she was having a nightmare.

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat for her, then reached out to grip her small hand, feeling that it was somewhat ice-cold.

"This is night sweats."

Master Lin explained to his prospective apprentice: "Mostly it's caused by the imbalance of Yin and Yang and a weak body."

Fang Cheng nodded.

Suddenly thinking of the scenes in Wuxia movies where True Qi was used to transmit power, heal wounds, and cure illnesses, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Immediately, he silently circulated his internal breath, trying to guide a trace of extremely minute azure True Qi from his Dantian, along his arm, and into his palm.

Then, through the area where his five fingers were tightly pressed against Wen Xin's, he cautiously injected life energy into her body.

But at the very instant the True Qi was input.

Wen Xin's body trembled slightly, seeming to appear very painful.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng immediately stopped his actions and reined in his internal breath.

No good.

The premise for operating True Qi required first clearing the body's internal Qi and Bloodline.

If it was forcibly input into the other person's body, it would very likely cause immeasurable damage.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng secretly shook his head.

Before, he had even planned to use True Qi to help his grandfather recuperate his body after leaving the hospital, but now it seemed temporarily unfeasible.

On the hospital bed, aside from her eyelashes trembling slightly, Wen Xin still lay motionless.

Just like a lifeless piece of wood, it seemed as though a Soul didn't exist in her body at all, leaving only instinctive awareness.

This feeling of seeming alive yet dead, neither living nor dead, was extremely peculiar.

Fang Cheng couldn't help associating it with certain things.

Raising his head, he saw that everyone's gazes were gathered on him, treating him like their backbone.

Although he hadn't found the answer, Fang Cheng's expression remained calm as he said:

"I think since the doctors can't find any problems through examinations, it probably doesn't have much to do with her physical body; it's very likely a mental disorder."

"Coincidentally, I have a friend who knows a bit about methods for treating mental and psychological issues. Perhaps I can have her come over to take a look."