"Ancient General on Campus "

Section Two: Where Are We?

The noise outside the ward suddenly startled Lin Ping awake. When he looked out the window, it was already the next morning. The heavy rain had stopped, and the air, washed clean by the rain, was exceptionally fresh. Lin Ping, however, had no heart to appreciate it. He glanced at his wife beside him,

and seeing her haggard face, his heart ached.

The door opened slightly. The two went outside and saw Nurse Xiao standing quietly in the doorway, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Has Dr. Qin arrived?"

Lin Ping finally asked. They could stay in the hospital overnight, but the doctor needed to go home to rest.

"Dr. Qin is observing Lin Yifei's condition."

Nurse Xiao's tone held surprise.

Lin Ping was taken aback. "Observing?"

Dr. Qin has already arrived?

Glancing at the sky outside, he estimated it was well before the doctors' work hours. His son was already brain dead; what was the point of further observation? He could only await a verdict. He Xiulan, however, jumped out of bed. "What did Dr. Qin say?"

Nurse Xiao hesitated for a moment. "Dr. Qin said Lin Yifei's condition has taken a turn for the better; he's actually passed the critical period!"

This result was clearly unexpected. Dr. Qin, also known as Qin Anli, was only in his thirties at Anping Hospital, but he was a well-known attending physician throughout the province and even the country. He was dedicated to treating patients and had an excellent reputation.

They had always trusted Dr. Qin's judgment, knowing that Lin Yifei had no hope. They hadn't expected a miracle to happen, but they were very much hoping for it.

"What?"

Lin Ping and his companion could hardly believe their ears. The sudden shift from despair to elation was too much for them to bear. He Xiulan stepped forward and grabbed Nurse Xiao's arm. "Nurse Xiao, say it again!"

Lin Ping also rushed forward. "My son is saved?"

Yesterday, Dr. Qin's tone was like a death sentence. No wonder Lin Ping couldn't believe it. Could it be a misdiagnosis by the hospital?

But this thought flashed through his mind, instantly vanishing as he heard his son had passed the critical period.

“I’m not entirely sure either.”

Nurse Xiao was a little nervous, hesitant to speak too definitively, not wanting the couple to suffer another setback. “It’s just that this morning, the nurse in charge of monitoring noticed signs of improvement in Lin Yifei’s brainwaves and electrocardiogram, so she notified Dr. Qin.

Dr. Qin heard the report and rushed over immediately. He’s been in the intensive care unit for observation and diagnosis for an hour now.

From what they’ve heard, although it’s not entirely optimistic, it’s much better than yesterday.”

“Can I go see him?”

He Xiulan asked softly, as if afraid of shattering her dreamlike joy by saying something too harsh.

Nurse Xiao nodded slightly and said, "I can only show you around the ICU from the outside, but whether you can go in depends on Dr. Qin's instructions."

Nodding vigorously, He Xiulan and Lin Ping followed Nurse Xiao to the outside of the ICU. Through the observation window, they saw Dr. Qin inside, intently observing something. The two dared not make a sound, afraid of startling him. After a while,

Dr. Qin shook his head slightly and left the ICU.

"Dr. Qin?

My son?"

Lin Ping asked cautiously.

Dr. Qin took off his gloves, rubbed his eyes, and looked tired. He hadn't slept well last night. Every failed attempt had kept him up at night. Although he couldn't say it was his fault, each one had given him a sense of frustration. He had rushed over this morning after receiving the nurse's call,

and had only just caught his breath.

"Lin Yifei has passed the critical period and is currently in a deep coma, but his life is no longer in danger."

Dr. Qin's tone held a hint of doubt. "This is truly hard to believe," he paused slightly, seemingly feeling he shouldn't say it, but his doctor's duty compelled him to continue. "However, you should be prepared,

we need to conduct a full range of examinations before we can get a detailed result."

"When will he wake up?"

He Xiulan asked impatiently.

Dr. Qin glanced at Lin Yifei in the ward and sighed softly. "I can't guarantee that, but judging from the EEG, it should be soon."

The EEG machine from yesterday had inexplicably malfunctioned. Dr. Qin was puzzled. Could it be due to the thunderstorms yesterday?

Overwhelmed with joy, He Xiulan grasped her husband's hand. "Ping, they said Yifei is alright."

Lin Ping'an patted his wife's back. "It's alright, it's alright, everything will be alright."

However, a worry lingered in his heart. He knew his son's illness and injuries; even if his son regained consciousness, he would likely need a long period of treatment.

The doctor hadn't said how long, but he knew it was far from optimistic.

"Wanlie, come here and die!"

The long, piercing cry echoed in the quiet ward.

This was an emergency room, filled with critically ill patients. Even those not on the verge of death were barely breathing, let alone shrilly. How could someone utter such a shrill cry be a patient?

But the one who uttered that slightly shrill scream was a patient. The young man on the bed was almost completely bound to it, with at least five or six tubes attached to him, and his head was wrapped in layers of white bandages, making him look almost like a rice dumpling.

His face was obscured, but it was clear that the young man was at least 1.8 meters tall, as evidenced by the fact that his head and feet were touching the headboard and footboard. Although he couldn't move, the scream came from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with horror and confusion!

With a loud 'bang,' the ward door was kicked open, and a middle-aged woman rushed in—it was He Xiulan, who had been waiting outside the ward day and night.

The son on the bed opened his eyes wide and exclaimed with surprise, "Ping!

Come quickly, Xiaofei is awake!"

A middle-aged man rushed in from outside, his slightly thin face showing signs of exhaustion. It was Lin Yifei's father, Lin Ping. Seeing the young man on the bed open his eyes, he also exclaimed with joy, "Doctor, doctor, come quickly, come quickly, my son is awake!"

"Please keep your voices down."

A slightly reproachful voice came from outside the door, and a doctor walked in, his eyes full of reproach. "This is the emergency room. Have you considered that there are critically ill patients in other wards?"

He muttered to himself, "Something's not right. Dr. Qin said his son's injuries were so severe; even if he didn't die, he was likely in a vegetative state. The hospital only kept him here for observation. How could he wake up so quickly?"

“Yes, yes, yes, Dr. Wang, you’re right,” Lin Ping said repeatedly. “Look, we all forgot.”

The attending physician was Dr. Qin, and the doctor in front of them, Dr. Wang, was responsible for observing Lin Yifei’s condition.

“You forgot? Have others gotten it?”

Dr. Wang muttered again, then quickly took a few steps to the young man. Just as he was about to bend down, he suddenly froze. He had seen many patients, but he had never seen one like this before.

He had never seen a seriously ill patient with such sharp eyes!

Those eyes were as sharp as a blade, but with even more intense confusion and horror. “Who are you?”

The young man on the bed suddenly asked in a deep voice, his tone surprisingly authoritative.

For some reason, Dr. Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he froze. "Death..."

"Good child, this is Dr. Wang, the doctor who treated you."

The middle-aged woman's tone was somewhat reproachful, but mostly joyful. She didn't notice the unusual tone in the young man's voice. She had initially wanted to say "dead child," but swallowed it back. After all, the word "death" was too unlucky. Although Dr. Wang wasn't the attending physician,

in their eyes, no doctor in the hospital could be offended. Otherwise, if their son's IV was interrupted, the son's injury was a minor matter; delaying his treatment would be a major issue.

Feeling a pang of sadness, the middle-aged woman looked at her son's bandages and head. Dr. Qin had said that in this car accident, the child's internal organs and head were the most severely injured. He also mentioned that although the EEG results were optimistic, the possibility of him not waking up couldn't be ruled out.

In other words, her son was highly likely to become a vegetative state.

I was completely stunned, but it was still better than being admitted to the hospital and receiving a critical condition notice. My heart pounded with anxiety as I held Xi and stayed by my son's side day and night for two days. I only went home to rest for a few hours before rushing back with my husband.

After all, our son was still unconscious, and we hadn't prepared anything; all we needed was money.

My wife was a construction cost estimator, working at the same company as my husband, Lin Ping. It was a decent job these days, with a stable income, considered upper-middle class for salaried workers. The medical expenses weren't high, but we could afford them.

I hadn't expected my son to wake up immediately, but he had unexpectedly woken up in just one day. A thought flashed through my mind—I was probably just trying to get more money from the hospital. But I couldn't worry about that now.

If I had to choose between my son's life and all our possessions, I would choose the former without hesitation. Money could be earned back, but my son was gone forever.

Now that her son was fully conscious and speaking normally, the crisis of him being in a vegetative state was over. Her other worry was naturally the damage to his internal organs. Dr. Qin said the injuries were severe, and even if he recovered, he would likely suffer long-term consequences, making daily activities very difficult,

especially physical labor.

He Xiulan was extremely worried, but thankful that Zhongyue had considered the long-term implications. That's how people are; they always think of the immediate future first. But now that the immediate crisis was over, as a mother, He Xiulan naturally thought about her son's future.

What should we do? Yifei is still so young. Summer vacation is already more than halfway over, and his junior year of college is about to begin. But with his injuries, he definitely won't recover in a short time. It seems I'll have to process his leave of absence in a couple of days.

He loves to gamble, playing basketball and soccer all the time. If he knew he'd have difficulties even with those things, he'd probably be the first to be devastated. But we'll have to postpone that for now. After all, our son has woken up.

He's lucky to have survived. We can handle the rest with my husband. It's just that that damned driver hit someone and drove off without a trace—it's infuriating!

"Who are you?"

The young man on the bed nearly jolted He Xiulan awake from her reverie. She looked around to make sure her son was speaking to her, a flicker of doubt and worry crossing her eyes. She glanced at Dr. Wang, her gaze finally settling on her son.

She waved her hand in front of the young man's eyes. "Yifei, how old is he?"

Her first thought was that her son's head wasn't broken, but his eyes were injured in the accident; otherwise, how could he not recognize his biological mother who had raised him for over twenty years?

With a hint of doubt in her eyes, the young man on the bed slowly said, "Yifei?"

The shock in her eyes had faded, replaced by deeper suspicion. She quickly scanned the surrounding crowd—all unfamiliar faces, strangely dressed, oddly dressed, and in an environment she had never seen before.

Where am I?

Who are they?

They don't seem hostile towards me. I'm badly injured, so why can't I even muster any internal energy?

Although he was utterly terrified, he had weathered countless storms and was the top fighter under Marshal Yue; his spirit was practically made of iron. He had quickly regained his composure.

A throbbing pain shot through his head, as if a strange, unprecedented figure, accompanied by four others, was hurtling towards him, sending him flying. No, that wasn't him. It was a frail-looking young man, dressed somewhat similarly to the strange figures before him.

But why was this image appearing in his mind?

He even felt that the young man was himself?

Although these people looked much like him, why were they dressed so strangely?

The illusion vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, arrogant face.

"Wan Lie!"

He roared again, nearly causing the doctor in front of him to collapse to the ground in fright.

He truly hadn't expected that Wan Lie's 'Thirteen Limitless Skills' cultivation was already comparable to his own. Coupled with the unpredictable attacks of Wan Feihua, he was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

Desperate, he unleashed the 'Soul Separation' technique from the Nine Separations and Eighteen Separations, a technique even he himself couldn't control. He only remembered that the clash between their swords was earth-shattering, leaving him severely injured. But seeing their frenzied cries,

Xiao Bieli knew that Wan Lie and Wan Feihua weren't in much better shape either.

He was Xiao Bieli, 'Heavenly Sword' Xiao Bieli, the top expert under Marshal Yue. No one could gain an advantage against him, not even the Demon Blade Wan Lie!

However, the more his Separation technique weakened, the more powerful it became. After unleashing Soul Separation, the outcome was no longer his concern; he only wanted to use the momentum to kill them both and eliminate a major threat to Marshal Yue. Unexpectedly, a sudden heat arose,

and in an instant, a dazzling light enveloped him. The next moment, he lost consciousness.

Silver Bottle?

That Jade?

An innocent face floated into his mind, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She placed a strange piece of jade on her wrist. "Believe," she said, "I want you to remember me. Every time you see this jade, think of me."

A warm light shone in her eyes, as clear as autumn water. If anyone saw Yue Yinping at this moment, they would never guess she was the renowned Yaksha Spear General on the Song-Jin battlefield.

Every time she went to war, Yue Yinping wore a Yaksha mask, concealing her beautiful face. Only her dragon spear, wielded with unparalleled skill, stood out. People said that the Yaksha Spear General's martial arts surpassed even Yue Fei's. Yue Fei also wielded a spear, the Liquan Dragon Spear,

a divine spear comparable to the 'Asking Heaven Sword' and the 'Blazing Flame Blade'.

No one knew that the ferocious Yaksha Spear General was actually a seemingly weak and unassuming boy, and that he was Marshal Yue's son. Even fewer knew that the Li Quan Dragon Spear was originally two spears: one used by Marshal Yue, and the other given to his beloved son.

The Li Quan Dragon Spear was originally made as the Li Quan Dragon Spear!

But Xiao Bieli knew, because he regarded Yue Fei as an elder. Without Yue Fei, there would be no "Heaven-Asking Sword" Xiao Bieli. He also regarded Yue Yinping as his most precious person; without Yue Yinping,

there would be no Xiao Bieli as he would become.

The only sorrow is separation!

But he knew that separation was for reunion!

Like Marshal Yue, he only wanted to crush the enemy's foes and bring peace to the people. Only then would there be no more Yaksha Spear General, and no more "Heaven-Asking Sword" Xiao Bieli!

Only two people deeply in love would remain together forever!

But scouts reported that Zhu Xian Town was in dire straits! General Yang is trapped at Xiaoshang River!

Xiao Bieli set off under cover of darkness to provide support, hoping only that Brother Yang would wait for him!

Xiao Bieli felt a pang of pain in his heart. Yue Yun, Zhang Xian, Wang Gui, Yang Zaixing, and himself, Xiao Bieli, were known as the "Five Tigers of the Yue Family" on the Song-Jin battlefield. Everyone knew that to eliminate Yue Fei, the Five Tigers had to be killed first. But each of the Five Tigers possessed unparalleled bravery.

Who else could possibly have the ability to kill all five?

But Brother Yang was dead, killed at Xiaoshang River, pierced by an arrow. He could only see Brother Yang upon his arrival, but Brother Yang was indeed a valiant warrior.

He had also slaughtered most of the Jin soldiers in the town.

He had only just finished killing the remaining Jin soldiers when he arrived, not expecting the Jin army to arrive just in time to rescue him!

Both the Song and Jin generals were extraordinary, and they all knew that Zhuxian Town was a strategically vital location and could not be lost. The Jin army hoped to use Zhuxian Town as a base to launch another southward invasion, while Marshal Yue also wanted to occupy Zhuxian Town to launch a northern expedition!

He was in the first wave of troops, knowing that reinforcements would arrive gradually. Even if some didn't come, he knew that Yinping would definitely arrive. The Yaksha Divine Spear General would never let 'Asking the Heavens Sword' risk his life alone, because in Yinping's heart, Xiao Bieli was like that piece of jade,

a part of her life.

Jade, that's right, that piece of jade… Suddenly remembering something, Xiao Bieli reached for his robes, jolting the IV drip on the bedside table, only then realizing that he seemed to be tied up.

He glanced quickly at the restraints on his body, a cold smile creeping across his face. These people were underestimating him, trying to bind him with rags. But then a thought struck him. It didn't seem like they were trying to heal him; it looked more like they were treating his wounds. Had he been injured and rescued by his own soldiers? But where were his brothers? If he had fallen into Wan Lie's hands, he wouldn't have treated him so lightly. He'd probably already imprisoned him in an iron cage. Wan Lie knew, of course, that Xiao Bieli was practically immortal!

But neither scenario seemed plausible. If he wasn't one of his brothers or captured by the Jin soldiers, where was he?

And who was this middle-aged woman? Why was she so concerned about him?

He had seen countless people; he could tell good from bad, and he certainly recognized the anxious concern in the woman's eyes!