“Beep, ”
The ECG became a cold, flat line. Cheng Ye's final moment of consciousness was the piercing alarm of the heart monitor. The smell of disinfectant was suddenly replaced by a cloying, fruity fragrance, and his fingertips brushed against something soft and furry.
“Is this... the waiting room in heaven?” He struggled to open his eyes. Above him was a dome scattered with starlight. Hundreds of Pokémon Eggs, embedded in amber-colored crystal, rose and fell gently to some kind of rhythm.
A burning sensation suddenly flared in his left hand, and Cheng Ye instinctively pulled his arm back. On the blue-green shell of the egg he'd touched, vine-like patterns bloomed with an emerald glow.
