Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

After Chen Luoling's current condition was explained in detail, Zhu Fulong, the director of the neurology department, said to Su Yifeng:

"Alright, we've explained everything clearly. Now you can open the door and go into the ward. We'll observe Miss Luo Ling's reaction before giving the following diagnosis."

Su Yifeng nodded and walked towards the ward. He first stood at the door and looked inside through the glass window in the door.

There she was, the once-proud and aloof school beauty, as flawless as a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.

At this moment, she was curled up in a corner of the hospital bed, her eyes filled with an overwhelming weariness and a hint of confusion, staring at a corner of the ward like a butterfly with wings wet by rain.

A large blue and white striped hospital gown draped over her body, partially obscuring her delicate face, with a few strands of hair falling across her forehead and cheeks.

A pair of fair feet were exposed, with rounded, rosy toes. Her knees were carefully tucked in front of her, tightly embraced by slender arms.

With her graceful and tall figure, she curled up into a small, self-protective posture, as if only in this way could she give herself a sense of security.

Anyone who sees her looking so broken will feel sorry for her and want to hold her in their arms and cherish her.

Su Yifeng thought to himself, "Won't she keep doing this and poop and pee all over herself?"

Without much hesitation, Su Yifeng took a deep breath, reached out and turned the doorknob, and pulled the door open. Although he had lived two lives, he had never treated anyone with PTSD, so he did whatever the doctor told him to do.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Chen Luoling visibly trembled, shrinking even tighter before beginning to tremble uncontrollably, like a frightened fawn.

Chen Weimin, who was watching this scene from outside the door, had sweaty palms and sighed with heartache.

So it really didn't work?

He had investigated Su Yifeng and knew that he and his daughter were not in the same class and did not usually interact at school. It was just that he happened to be taking a shortcut home from the neighborhood that day when he encountered his daughter being assaulted, which is why he stepped in to save her.

The two doctors, however, remained motionless, staring at Chen Luoling, hoping to see some changes.

"do you remember me?"

Su Yifeng stood still, not daring to step forward rashly.

The girl's trembling body paused for a moment before she slowly raised her head. Her blank eyes gradually focused on Su Yifeng, who was standing in front of the door, and a light slowly appeared in the depths of her eyes.

The figure in front of me gradually overlapped with the boy from that day, who wore a shampoo-white school uniform, had a well-proportioned and slender figure, and a handsome face.

He pulled me out of the darkness that despair seemed to swallow everything up like a swamp.

That warm embrace made Chen Luo feel completely safe...

it works!!!

The people outside the door were all secretly delighted. So far, Su Yifeng was the first person to elicit such a strong reaction from Chen Luoling with just one sentence.

My dear daughter! I believe you will get better. Your father has always been so proud of you...

Chen Weimin, watching from outside the door, felt very gratified, but he hadn't yet managed to express his pride.

suddenly

Chen Luoling jumped off the hospital bed, rushed to Su Yifeng, and hugged him tightly in front of everyone's astonished gazes, pressing her face against Su Yifeng's chest.

Like a classic scene in a romantic movie, the male and female protagonists meet again at the airport after experiencing many changes in life and numerous trials.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The female protagonist rushed into the male protagonist's arms without hesitation, and the two were deeply in love, ignoring the strange looks from others.

For a moment, the scene was eerily quiet, as if everyone had been frozen in place.

Chen Weimin, who was already clenching his fists due to nervousness, unconsciously tightened them even more.

Regardless of anything else, seeing his beloved daughter throw herself into a boy's arms without a care in the world, he, as a father, felt a pang of unease.

Even though he felt that Su Yifeng was more outstanding than the vast majority of his peers.

Chen Weimin suddenly wanted to grab a hammer and smash something.

The two expert doctors, from different fields, came to their senses and simultaneously turned their heads away from the couple tightly embracing in the ward. To be precise, the woman was tightly embracing the man, while the man remained motionless like a wooden stake.

"Congratulations, Secretary Chen! There is a great chance that your daughter's illness will be cured."

"Congratulations, Secretary Chen, your daughter should be alright now."

The two doctors spoke one after the other.

Secretary Sun, standing behind him, kept his head down and remained silent. Others could congratulate him, but he couldn't, so he could only pretend he hadn't seen anything.

Then, in his mind, he elevated Su Yifeng's importance several levels, only slightly lower than his own wife, children, and elderly parents.

After a mental struggle, Chen Weimin's hands, which had been clenched tightly, would clench and loosen repeatedly when he heard that his daughter might recover.

He sighed, then turned and sat down somewhat dejectedly on a chair in the corridor, lost in thought.

The other three stood and waited beside Chen Weimin.

……

Su Yifeng had a slight toothache; he knew which women he could touch and which he couldn't.

Chen Luoling is clearly someone you can't mess with. In Xia Guo, no matter how rich you are, even if you're the richest person in the country, your influence is definitely less than that of a provincial party secretary.

The provincial party secretary of any province is a candidate for future high-ranking central government officials. Who knows how far they will go in the future?

Fortunately, Chen Luoling only hugged him, so it doesn't mean anything.

This is probably how PTSD sufferers react when they see their savior.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from the girl and feeling the amazing softness of a certain area, Su Yifeng was certain that she hadn't soiled herself.

He slowly reached out and patted Chen Luoling's back to comfort her. Noticing Su Yifeng's action, Chen Luoling rubbed her head against his chest like a kitten.

"Do you still remember me?" Su Yifeng asked again.

After a while, Chen Luoling answered softly:

"I remember, Su Yifeng, he was always below me."

Below you?

When did you ride me?

Su Yifeng found it a little strange, but quickly realized what the other party was talking about.

She's talking about school exam rankings, right? She always gets second place, while he gets first.

"How about we loosen up and get into bed first?" Su Yifeng pointed to Chen Luoling's bare feet on the cold floor, her toes like freshly peeled water chestnuts, translucent pink and white.

"You carried me over, just like... the sky."

Chen Luoling spoke with a trembling voice, clearly feeling fear even just mentioning that day without adding any keywords.

Su Yifeng was unaware that Chen Weimin had stopped looking at the two of them, and that his elderly father had already sat down dejectedly to one side.

He steeled himself, picked Chen Luoling up in his arms, and carried her a few steps to the hospital bed.

Chen Luoling sat on the hospital bed with her legs bent. Her face was haggard and her lips were pale, but this did not affect her beauty. She gave people a different feeling of beauty, like a princess lying in bed in a fairy tale.

"Can you stay here and stay with me forever?"