The three continued their lively discussion, talking about the arrangents for military training and the little tricks to deal with the instructors that they overheard from senior students.
They were having a great ti discussing.
Zuzi, resting her chin on her hand, fell into deep thought once again.
Earlier, she tasted the peach blossom tea, but the flavor wasn’t quite right, making her think of Bao Gucheng, who was still dealing with the aftermath at the Hexagram Array.
The array was so dangerous, and yet it held his precious brothers. If this collapse happened a few more tis today, Xiao Cheng might not survive until his birthday this year.
She pondered slightly, her Divine Sense slightly focused.
Earlier, she only briefly glanced at the activation date of the Hexagram Array, which was still upcoming, but she hadn’t investigated the true purpose of the one who arranged it.
She dove into the Sea of Consciousness, staring into the void.
However, today, the things she usually could see clearly were shrouded in mist.
The person who arranged the array was truly ruthless, locking their purpose in their Sea of Consciousness. If one forced a probe, the entire Sea of Consciousness would directly vanish into dust.
Beco an idiot.
Oh, what a cri.
An ancestor couldn’t, without reason, turn soone into an idiot just to uncover their secrets.
Wait, the more she looked at this Hexagram Array, the more interesting it beca.
Clearly a dangerous death gate, yet it subtly hides a life gate.
Life and death intertwined, death and rebirth...
Though the one who arranged the array was ruthless, they had so talent.
They managed to bring such an ancient remnant to such a level.
Zuzi sighed quietly.
At any rate, it’s best to keep Xiao Cheng away from it.
Though she couldn’t divulge heavenly secrets, hinting at Xiao Cheng to find the person who arranged the array might unravel all mysteries.
She thought for a mont, opened her eyes, and sent out a few words on her smartwatch: "Xiao Cheng, how is the patient you were going to visit at the hospital last ti?"
Shortly.
The man quickly replied: "He woke up briefly for a few seconds, then fell back into a coma. I didn’t have ti to speak with him. Did Miss Zuzi have dinner?"
"Hmm, he needs to wake up."
Zuzi did not answer Bao Gucheng’s question, only made a seemingly unrelated remark.
In the deep mountains, as the sunset hung low and the dim light shone on the phone screen, Bao Gucheng fell into thought looking at Zuzi’s ssage.
The sudden concern from the little woman about whether the Old President was awake, did it an sothing special?
It seed he hadn’t ntioned to her that he went to visit the Old President to find out if it was he who gave the orders that led to the harm of several brothers years ago.
Did she foresee sothing?
Unable to betray heavenly secrets, was she subtly hinting at him?
Should he figure it out himself?
Bao Gucheng gazed at the sunset, thinking of the brothers long buried beneath the earth... After a while, he stood up abruptly and dialed a number: "You ntioned last ti, what kind of surgery could wake him up?"
Bai Fei, who was at ho pestering Bai He to help him find Zuzi’s dorm room number, absentmindedly answered the phone:
"What? Mr. Bo, you an the Old President? Geez, in his condition, even surgery might not wake him up. His brain nerves are too severely damaged, maybe one surgery could end it all; otherwise, why are the family only daring to keep him on IV fluids in the intensive care unit, not daring to use any treatnt thods? No one would dare sign for such a high-risk surgery, they simply chose to give up passively..."
Bao Gucheng’s voice was deep: "Quit the nonsense. Just tell , what are the odds of success with the surgery?"
As long as there’s a glimr of hope, he can’t give up.
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