"Is there any way to make my body recover a bit more?" Wu Bin's soul had left his body, watching the people around him care and constantly think of ways to save his life, while he lay motionless on the hospital bed.

He could clearly feel everyone's concern, and even, in a week's time, his body could completely recover.

Yet these people were unaware.

Because they knew nothing, they had been terrified by this situation for quite a while already.

A group of frightened doctors was doing everything possible to help Wu Bin find a way to save his life.

And yet—

Things weren't going as hoped.

They were struggling, repeatedly searching for solutions.

"If this continues, Wu Bin's condition will only worsen, and then what will we do?" Everyone felt as if they were falling into an abyss, deeply wanting to help, but currently having no solution at all.

"Let's be patient and wait a bit longer. Even if we're anxious now, it won't solve the problem. Also, being overly tense will only create enormous psychological pressure on everyone. The more urgently we want to solve Wu Bin's problem, the more these issues will expand, ultimately making the situation more severe!"

"Especially you all, right now, the most important thing is to adjust your own state; remember not to put too much psychological pressure on yourselves!" The dean comforted nearby.

In reality, he also wanted very much to cure Wu Bin's problems, but now—

He felt powerless.

He looked exhausted, yet continuously tried to find solutions.

"Understood!"

"Let's try using other medications to treat Wu Bin for now."

...

In the following two days, they watched helplessly as Wu Bin's condition worsened, despite their efforts to improve it, having no viable solutions to deal with the situation.

This left them increasingly anxious and helpless.

If this continued, Wu Bin's problems would only keep worsening, leading to—

Wu Bin facing a dead end!

Realizing this, everyone's expressions didn't look good.

They couldn't help but feel a bit panicked, organizing multiple press conferences and meetings to discuss Wu Bin's background, even bringing in a group of particularly famous doctors who rushed over.

Everyone was trying to find solutions, yet these matters hadn't changed significantly.

Because of this.

They grew more anxious.

These issues showed no significant improvement.

"Wu Bin's condition is worsening significantly now. At first, Wu Bin could still open his eyes and chat briefly, but in the past two days..."

Wu Bin showed no signs of waking up.

Were it not for his still-functioning heart, they wouldn't know what to do.

After all.

The situation was getting more serious.

"If things go on like this, the situation will become increasingly grave. The key is we still haven't found a way to help Wu Bin's recovery, and if we delay further, I don't know what to do."

"Could it be that this time Wu Bin..."

Halfway through the sentence, there was a sudden silence.

There were some words they dared not speak too plainly in front of everyone.

Wu Bin's body, no matter what problems it had before, could always be healed.

But now it was different.

Wu Bin's condition was deteriorating, causing increasing concern.

It was alarming.

"I've consulted professors at our university and gathered others. We've been discussing, but the problem is—we can't solve this issue!"

"Same for us; we've been unable to find a cure from the start. It seems we're powerless against Wu Bin's condition, truly unable to help him recover."

...

After a heated discussion, the dean had been by Wu Bin's side these past two days, observing his condition.

Yet, watching Wu Bin's health deteriorate ridiculously, there were no signs of improvement.

He became increasingly anxious.

Eventually, he couldn't hide the desolation in his eyes.

"It seems this time things might be grim."

"Although I hope Wu Bin will get through this safely, the situation now looks… increasingly severe. Despite our best efforts, we might not resolve Wu Bin's issues."

"Next, we'll have to rely on Wu Bin himself. Hopefully, his condition improves soon and stops deteriorating!"

The dean couldn't help but sigh.

Facing this matter, he had no solution, or perhaps they had already brainstormed numerous solutions, but things were worsening without any sign of improvement.

And overnight, he looked much older.

Trying to devise solutions in between but to no avail.

He was troubled.

"Don't worry too much; we'll definitely think of something!"

Seeing the dean's hair gradually turning white, everyone wanted to help Wu Bin. But the current problem was, they'd used numerous medications, none of which had significant effects on Wu Bin; to make matters worse, they exacerbated his condition.

Judging by Wu Bin's skin condition, it had rotted beyond recognition.

That appearance was terrifying enough!

Even a slight touch seemed to worsen Wu Bin's skin condition.

They looked at this situation, currently having no alternative solutions.

At this moment.

They were filled with anxiety.

They wanted to solve it but couldn't, wanted to alleviate it, yet could only watch these conditions worsen step by step.

"Perhaps, I might have a solution now."

While they had been discussing for a long time with no results.

Zhu Ling suddenly appeared.

He walked towards everyone, holding a notebook.

He presented the notebook before everyone and explained, "Last night, I fell asleep, and Wu Bin appeared in my dream, telling me the way to treat him, and asked me to write it down."

"See if these can work!"

Zhu Ling was anxious, fearing the team would reject him.

But he had no other option.

He could only brace himself to discuss last night's dream with the dean and others.

If they said it was no good, they'd have to think of another way.

"You dreamt of Wu Bin, and he provided a way to treat his condition?"