Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (129)
Song Yan climbed up to Xia Lin’s side with difficulty when Xia Lin had fallen into a coma.
At this moment, he found that all his hopes had been shattered. Everything was in vain without Xia Lin. He knelt on the ground, shaking Xia Lin tightly in his arms, crying bitterly.
The patio on the top floor was completely destroyed and the silver mother tower was gradually turned into powder under the crush of the invisible behemoth. The ruined walls were toppled down like rotten walls and they were about to be completely covered.
Song Yan burst into tears and cried out desperately.
At this moment, all the objects that fell were stuck in mid-air for a while, and then changed the trajectory of their movement, avoiding the positions of the two.
Instead of harming them, they gradually built up around them. A messy but strong barrier.
Outside the villa, the aircraft that had fallen down due to the loss of the guidance of the mother tower spread their wings again, “buzzing” and flew high, rebuilding their golden shields.
“Huh…?”
Song Huaixin, who had just arrived in the sky above the residential area, paused and stared at everything in front of him in surprise.
After a long time, an incredible expression appeared on his face, and he murmured: “Descendant, are you awakened?”
“Song Yan!”
Xia Lin sat up suddenly in shock and found that he was lying on a strange hospital bed.
Ke Mei held him down and said, “Don’t move, you still have an infusion needle on the back of your hand.”
Xia Lin turned to look at Ke Mei for a long while, then asked, “Where am I?”
“Hospital.”
“Where is Song Yan?”
“Lying in the next room.”
Xia Lin was startled and asked cautiously: “Is he… still alive?”
“The person is okay. The leg…”
Xia Lin shook his heart. Song Yan already has a bad leg. Wouldn’t he be really paralyzed if he broke another leg?
He didn’t care about anything anymore so he ran out after pulling out the infusion needle from the back of his hand.
“Hey… Xia Lin,” Ke Mei followed behind and called to him, “I haven’t finished speaking, why are you running?”
Xia Lin pushed open the door of the next ward and found that Song Yan was leaning on the hospital bed. A doctor was examining his leg.
“Xia Lin, are you awake?”
When Song Yan saw Xia Lin coming in, he tried to get out of bed but was pressed back by the doctor.
“Don’t move,” the doctor said politely. “The examination hasn’t been completed yet. Why are you moving?”
Song Yan twisted his neck to see Xia Lin: “How are you? Is there any physical discomfort?”
Xia Lin shook his head: “I think I’m okay. How are your legs?”
Song Yan pointed to the doctor: “The doctor is examining me. He said that I had exercised too much and my leg muscles were atrophied for a while and it hurt a bit. I have to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days.”
“Exercise… overdo?” Xia Lin was confused. How could Song Yan get overworked in a wheelchair?
At this time, Ke Mei followed up from behind and said, “Xia Lin, can you listen to me? Song Yan’s legs are fine… No, I mean, his legs are fine and he was walking with you before. It’s been a long time but he walked too much and hurt his leg muscles.”
Xia Lin looked at Ke Mei in disbelief, then at Song Yan.
Song Yan grinned at him: “You don’t believe me, I don’t even believe me! I can actually stand up again!”
“Why? What’s going on?” Xia Lin still looked stunned, feeling as if he had missed a whole century after waking up.
Ke Mei put a hand on his shoulder and said: “Okay, you go out with me first and let Song Yan be checked. I will explain the cause and effect to you.”
It turned out that when Song Huaixin rushed to the community, the thin Song bloodline in Song Yan’s body had already awakened and the burst of energy in his subconscious protected their lives and even some supernatural abilities that even Song Huaixin could not explain had appeared.
After the plane collision was over, Song Huaixin originally planned to take Xia Lin in a coma out of the ruins but Song Yan, who had already lost control of his emotions, refused to let anyone touch Xia Lin. Song Yan stood up tremblingly and thought that ordinary people could not touch Xia Lin. With imaginary perseverance, he walked out of the community holding Xia Lin.
After hearing this, Xia Lin couldn’t conceal his inner joy, and muttered: “His legs are good? This is incredible.”
“It’s really incredible,” Ke Mei nodded, feeling the same. “According to Du Lanze’s words, the power of love can sometimes be terrifying.”
Xia Lin was a little amused. It wasn’t until this moment that he gradually gave a trace of rejoicing.
He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Ke Mei added: “However, this time, we are guarded against it. Someone still had an accident. ”
Xia Lin was startled: “Who?”
“Your brother and Zhou Shuo.”
