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Song Yu moved her lips, wanting to continue asking questions.
However, the doctor didn't intend to tell someone who had just woken from a coma so much at once: "First, make sure your body is alright."
Song Yu's body had been in a car accident and had been bedridden for over two months, but it hadn't atrophied too much; she could walk almost immediately.
The hospital was the best private hospital in the area, and the doctor was Lu Xiu's former teacher, highly respected for his medical skills.
Lu Xiu was her husband in this world.
In the following days, the people around her began to tell her what had happened.
She and Lu Xiu had been married for a year through a blind date. One day, he was in a car accident and became a vegetable after being rescued.
Modern technology had advanced by leaps and bounds; conservative treatment was available, or a new therapy with few clinical trials could be chosen—dream therapy.
“This therapy requires two people: the dreamer and the person being treated. The dreamer needs to be hypnotized first to construct a virtual mental world. This world may be related to their childhood experiences.”
“After waking up, they enter deep hypnosis again. At this time, the dreamer will enter their own mental world, losing their original memories, and search for the person who needs to be treated.”
“If they cannot find them, or the person being treated cannot feel healed, then the treatment will fail. Not only will the person being treated not wake up, but the dreamer is also very likely to be trapped in their mental world. This therapy is extremely dangerous. The dreamer and the person being treated need a very high degree of spiritual understanding, and the dreamer themselves need to be mentally stable and have a sound personality.”
“However, Lu Xiu was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder.”
“In this case, we do not recommend using dream therapy, but Lu Xiu insisted on going in. Fortunately, he saved you.”
Song Yu listened quietly, thinking about the protagonists of this world. Zhou Qiao, Zhou Yun, Lu Baiyu, and Gu Linwei… are they all Lu Xiu's personalities?
The doctor could see a part of the dream world and also discern Song Yu's thoughts: "Generally, when someone enters the dream world, it corresponds to only one person. However, Lu Xiu has multiple personality disorder, so several people appeared."
"All the characters related to you are his personalities."
Song Yu's lips slowly paled. Although he had no memory of Lu Xiu yet, he couldn't help but worry about the person who saved him: "How is he now? When will he wake up?"
"This…" The doctor paused for a few seconds. "Do you remember the personalities of those people?"
Song Yu was taken aback.
The doctor took out a notebook: "Zhou Qiao's personality contained hypocrisy, Zhou Yun's was obsessive, and Lu Baiyu's was arrogant. So Lu Xiu actively killed them, leaving only the healthy Gu Linwei to accompany you."
"While treating you, he was also killing his own inner personality, wanting to walk this path with you properly."
The doctor patted Song Yu's shoulder, comforting him: "He will wake up. You must first ensure your health so that his efforts are not in vain."
Song Yu's feelings were complex. At this moment, he especially wanted to see Lu Xiu.
He wanted to see who this person was.
Lu Xiu was currently in the intensive care unit, and Song Yu couldn't enter for the time being.
Over the next few days, he underwent physical and follow-up examinations, recovering quickly with all his indicators reaching the required levels.
Several nurses accompanied him during this time, occasionally telling him how Lu Xiu had tirelessly cared for him while he was unconscious.
Song Yu longed to see this person even more.
A week later, 009 finally appeared.
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief: [What's going on?]
009: [Host, this is the final stage of the S-level world. Congratulations on passing it.]
[This is a hidden plot. If you cannot survive, you will not be able to trigger this hidden plot. As you've learned these past few days, this world is Lu Xiu's mental world.]
[The progress bar is now at 99%. We only need to wait for Lu Xiu to regain consciousness to complete the progress bar and leave the world.]
Song Yu understood. That afternoon, he was finally allowed to enter Lu Xiu's ward.
It was a strange man he had never seen before.
The man had fair skin, a straight nose, and deep-set eyes.
Even lying in the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, couldn't conceal his powerful aura.
Song Yu stared at him for a while, then whispered, "Did you save me?"
The room was quiet, save for the sounds of medical equipment.
What 009 didn't say was that this person was their main god, Xiu.
This was Xiu's dormant form. With the four fragments of this world repaired together, the dormant form would soon awaken.
They would welcome their main god.
*
Song Yu was soon discharged, and Lu Xiu was transferred to a regular ward.
He hadn't regained his memories yet; 009 had told him some basic information.
He and Lu Xiu met through a blind date, got married last year, Lu Xiu started his own business, and he ran a flower shop at home, so he had more free time.
Hearing this familiar combination, Song Yu thought: [How come this is so similar to the last world...]
009 didn't answer his question.
Their house was in a high-end neighborhood near the flower shop, a three-bedroom apartment with a large balcony.
Perhaps because they hadn't been back for a long time, the house was covered in a thick layer of dust, but the flowers on the balcony hadn't withered yet.
Song Yu called a cleaning service to thoroughly clean the house, and then began tidying up his belongings.
He didn't actually need to do this; escaping this world only required waiting for Lu Xiu to wake up, and it had nothing to do with whether he regained his memories.
But Song Yu felt a deep familiarity with this person.
It wasn't a simple acquaintance, but some kind of soul connection.
Song Yu was surprised by this thought.
He watered the flowers on the balcony, and after returning to the bedroom, he began searching for items that could help him regain his memories.
The wardrobe in the bedroom was large enough to hold both of their clothes. Song Yu could easily distinguish which belonged to Lu Xiu and which to himself.
Lu Xiu, like the protagonists of those small worlds, had a tall stature and strong shoulders.
Besides that, Song Yu also discovered that the two of them wore many matching clothes…
were they considered couple outfits?
It seemed the dehumidifier in the wardrobe hadn't been changed for two months; the clothes inside were damp and had a musty, woody smell.
Song Yu took the clothes out one by one and put them in the washing machine, specifically adding floral scented beads.
This way, the washed clothes would have a light fragrance that would last longer.
Their bedroom was large; besides a bed, a wardrobe, and a table and chairs, there was nothing else.
Song Yu continued rummaging through the drawers.
There were four drawers in total. The first drawer was for miscellaneous items; inside were small scissors and a sewing kit.
Song Yu's eyes widened in disbelief: [Am I supposed to sew clothes in this world?]
009: [Of course not you sew them.]
Song Yu: "?"
009: [Lu Xiu can be quite strong sometimes, tearing your shirt buttons open, so he's the one who sews them back on for you.]
Song Yu: "..."
His ears turned pink, and his sympathy for Lu Xiu lessened slightly.
The second drawer contained photos, mostly landscapes. Song Yu was surprised because these locations were places he had lived as a child.
This world was incredibly realistic.
Could it be that Lu Xiu was a very important person to him in real life, whom he had forgotten for some reason?
With this question in mind, Song Yu opened the third drawer.
Upon seeing some colorful little packages, Song Yu: "..."
His face flushed red, and he quickly closed the drawer.
009: [Host, these are all custom-made for the protagonist.]
Song Yu: "?"
009: [The sizes sold in regular supermarkets don't match his.] Song
Yu: "..."
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he feigned composure and said, "Oh."
He then muttered under his breath, "Finally, I know I need this..."
009 didn't hear him: [Host, what did you say?]
Song Yu: "...I didn't say anything."
The last drawer—hopefully, something useful.
Song Yu slowly opened it. Inside was a thick notebook, the color of kraft paper.
He didn't know whose it was. He opened the title page to look for a name, but found no name.
Randomly flipping to a page, Song Yu saw familiar handwriting.
It must be Lu Xiu's diary, with the specific date and weather, recording the events of the day.
"Haved breakfast with my wife this morning. She's a picky eater, no wonder she's so thin.
Didn't have time to eat lunch with her, luckily I made it for her.
Got home in the evening and fed her until she was full, then finally it was my turn to enjoy a feast."
Song Yu: "?"
The next long paragraph was about things like, "My wife cried, she looks so beautiful when she cries, he made a mess of the bed, her belly is all swollen," and so on.
Song Yu slammed the diary shut.
009: [Host, what's written inside? Your heart rate is detected to be very fast.]
Song Yu's voice even turned ashamed: "...N-nothing."
What's wrong with this person... He looks so proper, yet he writes such things in his diary.
Song Yu's cheeks burned, and his fingers felt as if they had been burned by the paper, with a slight blush.
He endured the shame and turned another page.
...Pervert.
However, Song Yu seemed to have gotten used to being targeted by a pervert. He ignored the strange words and found useful information in the diary.
For example, Lu Xiu grew up in an orphanage.
For example, Lu Xiu had liked him for a long time.
Also, Lu Xiu knew all his preferences and knew everything about him.
Song Yu could hardly tell if this was a small world or reality, because those preferences were real and could not be discovered overnight.
As night deepened, Song Yu closed the diary, washed up, and hid under the covers.
He was like a glutinous rice ball, warm and cozy, small and only taking up the edge of the bed. If Lu Xiu were there, he'd probably scoop him up, give him a big kiss, suck away all the fragrance, and then torment him all night.
It's a pity, though, that the man is currently in a vegetative state and can't even see his wife.
The progress bar is at 99%, and Song Yu has an indescribable feeling.
He doesn't seem as happy or impatient as he imagined. His wish from the beginning was simply to go home.
He's a little reluctant to part with 009: [After I return to reality, will you still appear?]
009 immediately replied: [Of course! Host, I will come to find you!]
This greatly comforted Song Yu.
Afterwards, Song Yu visited Lu Xiu every day. Lu Xiu had been transferred to a regular ward, where there were two other patients, both quite young, still in middle school.
They mistook Song Yu for a high school senior, praising him for being so kind to his uncle, and even wanting his WeChat.
Song Yu: "..."
He stared at Lu Xiu's face, thinking, he's not that old.
He rejected the other person, admitting, "I'm already married."
The other person was surprised, "I didn't realize..."
Song Yu smiled but didn't reply. He continued to stare at Lu Xiu.
"Wake up soon," he whispered in the man's ear, "If you don't wake up, your wife will be stolen away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the heartbeat beside him quicken.
Song Yu panicked and wanted to find a doctor.
009 reassured him: [Host, he's just jealous.]
Song Yu gave a soft "Mmm."
[Vegetative state patients can hear what people around them are saying, but they can't respond.]
Song Yu realized this.
So for the next few days, every time he came to the hospital, he would chatter to Lu Xiu, sometimes about the weather, sometimes about the delicious lunch he had.
He also felt strange; he clearly didn't know this person, but he felt a sense of familiarity.
So familiar, as if they had lived several lifetimes together.
A week later, on a sunny morning, 009 told him that the progress bar had moved.
[The progress bar has reached 100%. You have one more day in this world.]
Lu Xiu remained unconscious, only occasionally twitching his fingers. "
He's regained consciousness; it's a medical miracle," the doctor said excitedly, as if witnessing another extraordinary clinical case. "He should wake up in about three to five days."
Unfortunately, Song Yu could only stay in this world for one more day.
He nodded, showing little sadness,
as if he knew he would meet this person again.
On his last day in this world, Song Yu woke up early, cleaned the house thoroughly, selected the most vibrant flowers from the potted plants on the balcony, trimmed them, and wrapped them in bouquet paper.
On the way to the hospital, he picked out some fresh fruit.
Upon arriving at the hospital, he placed the bouquet and fruit on the small table beside the bed.
In truth, all his efforts were futile, because the world would quickly reclaim everything after he left, and Lu Xiu wouldn't be able to see them.
But Song Yu did it anyway.
He sat on a chair by the bed, dampened a clean towel, and wiped Lu Xiu's hands.
He then stared at that face again.
Time ticked by, and soon 009 reminded him: [Host, the countdown is about to begin.]
Song Yu hummed in response, and as the mechanical voice counted down, he pressed a small piece of paper under the man's broad palm.
The last sound—
the handsome young man in the ward vanished.
The man lying on the bed twitched violently.
A gust of wind blew in from the window, carrying the paper that had been under the man's fingers into the air, where it slowly drifted to the table.
On it were several lines of neat handwriting.
"I think I know who you are.
Get some rest.
Don't worry, if we meet again, I'll recognize you first."
*
This time, Song Yu wasn't immediately taken to the staff dormitory.
He remained in a chaotic space, surrounded by boundless gray.
009…
He tried calling out several times, but there was no response.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard 009's voice.
[Congratulations on completing the last world of your mission. All data in this small world will soon be retrieved.]
[World level: S; Your overall rating: A.]
[Congratulations on gaining 100,000 points.] [
After calculation, your points have reached the target value. You will be reborn in the real world and complete your original goal.]
Song Yu's consciousness gradually blurred.
He knew he was about to be sent back to the real world.
[Host Song Yu—]
The mechanical voice in his mind suddenly stopped, and the next second, it was replaced by a deep but gentle male voice.
"Welcome home."
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