Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

He pressed on with a hoarse voice, but the screen remained completely still.

Undeterred, he touched the screen again with his fingertips and began a new round of questions.

Physics, chemistry, biology... these subjects, which were already ingrained in his bones, became his only lifeline at this moment.

He answered so quickly that he almost left afterimages on the screen.

Please answer...

Congratulations on winning the song "Youth".

【Excuse me……】

Congratulations on winning the song "Your Answer".

……

The light screen continued to act as it pleased, mechanically generating questions, making judgments, and distributing rewards.

No matter how much Ling Luo pressed for answers, it remained as unyielding as a stubborn rock, offering no explanation whatsoever.

Finally, after receiving the fifth song, "Medal," the light in Ling Luo's eyes dimmed completely.

He stared at the screen for a long time, then bit his lip in disappointment, a metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

Finally, he let out a long breath and forced himself to calm down.

No matter what this thing is, as long as there is a sliver of hope, a sliver of hope that can heal his hand and allow him to return to the laboratory, he is willing to do anything.

On the other side, in front of the emergency room, Gu Yang, with red eyes, stared intently at the door of the emergency room.

That person just now was definitely Ling Luo. He had been waiting for four years, and he would never mistake him.

An hour later, the door opened and the doctor came out.

Gu Yang rushed forward, grabbed the doctor's sleeve, and asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, Ling Luo... how is he?"

  

Before the doctor could speak, a tall, middle-aged man who had been striding forward to ask about the situation stopped in his tracks and looked sternly at Gu Yang.

"Who are you?" The man's voice was calm and his aura was powerful.

"My name is Gu Yang, and I'm Ling Luo's friend!"

The middle-aged man, Tang Enmin, felt a stirring in his heart upon hearing the name, and the doctor Fu Cong beside him was also taken aback.

Fu Cong whispered in Tang Enmin's ear, "Old Tang, I've seen him before. When Ling Luo and I were at the 49th Research Institute, I saw his photo. Ling Luo always carried it with her."

Tang Enmin understood.

Good heavens, so this is Ling Luo's friend from before she entered the research institute.

He had investigated this person before, no wonder he looked familiar just now.

Seeing that the two remained silent, Gu Yang's heart tightened again, and he anxiously asked, "Doctor?"

"Don't worry, he won't die." Fu Cong came back to his senses, his gaze sweeping over Gu Yang, his gossipy heart stirring.

Gu Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "I...can I go see him?"

Fu Cong looked at Tang Enmin; he couldn't make the decision on this matter.

Tang Enmin pondered for a moment: "Wait a moment, let me ask his family first."

Gu Yang nodded quickly and stood there waiting, not daring to move an inch.

......

Inside the memory palace, Ling Luo went through all the rewards.

The five songs—"Long Time No See," "A Little Happiness," "Youth," "Your Answer," and "Medal"—are all stored on a USB drive and can be accessed at any time. The music theory and instrument lessons, however, require entering the sixth level of the memory palace and being near the corresponding instrument to activate the learning.

After figuring all this out, Ling Luo closed her eyes, her consciousness returning to reality.

"Ling Luo! You fucking wake up!"

That familiar voice, choked with sobs, rang out once more.

It really is Guyang.

He didn't mishear.

"Waaah... Ling Luo, wake up..."

"Please wake up..."

Gu Yang kept babbling on and on, her voice cracking from crying.

Just then, those eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened.

Ling Luo's incredulous gaze fell on Gu Yang, whose face was streaked with tears.

His lips moved, producing a faint yet incredibly clear sound.

"Don't... cry..."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Gu Yang was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened in surprise: "Ling Luo! Ling Luo, you're awake!"

His eyes were red and swollen. He frantically tried to press the call button, but then thought it was too slow: "Wait a minute, I... I'll go get the doctor!"

Ling Luo was about to stop him when she saw Gu Yang dash out in a flash, his back staggering, as if he was afraid that if she was a second too late he would disappear.

He mustered all his strength to turn his gaze to the monitor next to him, which displayed various data.

Heart rate, blood pressure, respiration...

The numbers fluctuated smoothly.

He really didn't die again.

Not long after, Gu Yang strode in with a doctor in a white coat.

After all the tests were completed, Dr. Fu Cong, the lead doctor, finally breathed a long sigh of relief, took off his mask, and revealed a somewhat tired face.

"You're out of danger now. You'll stay in the hospital for observation for a while longer. If there are no relapses, you can be discharged."

A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's pale face: "Thank you, Fu Cong."

Upon hearing this, Fu Cong rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Don't give me that crap, Brother Ling. I'm calling you brother, okay? I'm begging you, please take care of yourself! If something really happens to you while I'm in charge, I won't even be able to stay at the People's Hospital anymore. Old Zhou and Old Tang will tear me apart!"

"Yes, I'm sorry to have troubled you during this time."

After receiving Ling Luo's lukewarm response, Fu Cong's anger subsided somewhat. He then gave Gu Yang a few more instructions before leading his men out.

Only Ling Luo and Gu Yang remained in the ward, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.

"you!"

"you!"

Two voices rang out at the same time, and both of them felt awkward for a moment.

Ling Luo smiled slightly and gestured for him to speak first.

"Are you... alright?" Gu Yang asked after holding it in for a long time, his voice getting softer and softer, and he felt stupid.

"I'm alright." Ling Luo's voice was still hoarse. "How about you these past few years?"

Gu Yang looked Ling Luo up and down several times, his eyes seeming to confirm if he was missing a part, before slowly replying, "I'm... alright too."

Ling Luo struggled to sit up, but a sharp pain in his wrist made him groan.

Gu Yang immediately stepped forward to support him, stuffing a pillow behind his back, but said curtly, "What are you showing off for?"

After Ling Luo leaned back, she gestured for Gu Yang to sit down on the chair next to the bed.

"Oh," Gu Yang replied in a muffled voice, obediently sitting down.

"I'm sorry," Ling Luo said, looking at him, "I didn't expect to see you here."

Gu Yang stiffened and fell silent.

"Did you not expect to see me, or did you never even want to see me?" He took two deep breaths, suppressing the sob in his throat, and turned away somewhat defiantly. "I don't understand why you left without even saying goodbye."

Ling Luo lowered her eyes and did not reply.

Even if I had gone to see Gu Yang back then, what could I have said? Could I have made him wait for someone whose return date was unknown?

In the silence, Gu Yang's face grew increasingly grim, and a large tear fell without warning, staining a small dark patch on the clean white sheet.

Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she sighed, "Don't cry."

Gu Yang suddenly looked up, his eyes red and bright: "I didn't cry. I just didn't expect that our reunion would be like this."

Over the years, he has traveled to many places, and in ancient old towns, he fantasizes that when he turns around, Ling Luo will be standing there waving to him.

Riding a horse on the grassland, I imagined Ling Luo standing behind me, protecting me.

But every time I turn around, I find that it was just a dream.

No matter how many scenarios he imagined, he never actually saw a doctor pushing him into the emergency room in a hospital.

As he passed by the hospital gurney, he caught a glimpse of the person lying on it.

He couldn't even believe it, thinking it was just another illusion.

If Ling Luo hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have believed that this was the gentle and cheerful Ling Luo.

Gu Yang wiped away the tears on his face, stood up, and said, "My eyes are swollen from crying. I'm going to find some ice packs to put on."

After saying that, as if to cover something up, he added, "You rest first, I'll bring back some food on my way."

Ling Luo nodded, watching Gu Yang practically flee in panic.

Ling Luo nodded, and only after watching Gu Yang walk out did he curl up into a ball in distress.

So why is Yang here? He should forget about him and embrace a better life.

The trembling in his hands grew more and more intense, and the IV tube kept shaking.

The nerves connecting my arm to my cerebellum felt like they were being torn apart.

Meanwhile, Gu Yang happened to see Dr. Fu Cong at the triage desk.

"Guyang?" Fu Cong adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Dr. Fu, hello." Gu Yang stepped forward and greeted him, "Dr. Fu, I'd like to ask, what happened to Ling Luo's hand?"

Fu Cong was taken aback; this was classified information.

But Gu Yang is Ling Luo's friend, and you can tell from how much Ling Luo values ​​Gu Yang's photos that their relationship is not simple.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Cong sighed. He didn't mention the intermittent tremors caused by the experiment, but said, "We found from his previous medical records that he has suffered from depression since childhood, but we couldn't find the cause. It is somewhat different from congenital depression. This time, his wrist-cutting suicide attempt caused severe damage to the blood vessels in his hand, and he needs to rest for a while."

"However, the biggest problem now is his depression. Although he has been managing it very well, it's like a balloon. If it suddenly bursts one day, it will end up like it is today."

Gu Yang's heart trembled.

depression?

I've had it since I was little!

Four years ago, however, Ling Luo always had a gentle smile on her lips, and no matter how much trouble he caused, Ling Luo was always very patient.

How could someone have depression?

Fu Cong seemed to have noticed Gu Yang's confusion.

Actually, when he first saw this diagnosis record, he also found it unbelievable, but the diagnosis records from several top-tier hospitals would not be falsified.

"We suggested a combination of psychological and medication treatment, but... Ling Luo is not cooperating. He seems unwilling to recall the cause of his illness."

Gu Yang felt a lump in his throat, nodded stiffly, and turned back.

He's been sick since he was a child, he must have been in a lot of pain, right?

Back in the ward, Gu Yang immediately saw Ling Luo, who was covered in sweat and struggling to reach the water glass next to him.

"I'll do it, don't move."

Ling Luo let out a soft breath, looking at Gu Yang with some surprise: "How come so fast?"

"I ordered takeout, just have it delivered to the information desk." Gu Yang stood at the door, his eyes darting around, avoiding Ling Luo's gaze. "I won't go."

"I'm fine, you don't need to do this."

"I know you're fine!" Gu Yang interrupted him as if she hadn't understood him, "It's just a temporary setback, you'll be fine once you've thought it through! Just rest, why are you making such a fuss!"

Ling Luo: "..."