"Ah——!!"
Heart-rending screams instantly broke through the ward. Lu Xiaoman looked at his mother's face on the screen, his whole body shaking like chaff, and his vision went black. He almost fell off the bed and fainted again.
Her scream instantly woke up the people in the two hospital beds next to her.
The body on the far left of the hospital bed that should have belonged to Lu Xiaoman suddenly sat up.
Lu Zeping's consciousness was awakened by the screams. His first reaction was "Something happened to Xiao Man." He was about to call for a nurse when he heard a crisp, milky young girl's voice coming from his own mouth.
He froze on the spot.
Lowering his head, what caught his eye was a pair of slender white wrists, a pink lace hospital gown, and the slight rise and fall of his chest.
He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck. It was empty, except for the Adam's apple that he had touched for forty-five years.
Lu Zeping held on to the hospital bed, stood up stiffly, and stumbled to the full-length mirror in the corner of the ward.
What was reflected in the mirror was his daughter Lu Xiaoman's childish face with baby fat, tied in a high ponytail, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.
Concept: Warmth and healing are the core, oolong laughter is the skin, light abstract stream of consciousness embellishment, no bloody fights, no malicious villains, all conflicts originate from "cognitive barriers between family members", all oolongs originate from "identity misplaced information gaps and leaks backfire", all reversals end in "the unspoken love in the fireworks".
