CHAPTER 548: 548 INCIDENT

The two switched jobs. Hu Zi drove straight back to the garrison; there was still a sniper he hadn’t interrogated yet. No way, he had to go himself.

They all analyzed that this sniper wasn’t from the same faction as them.

Hu Zi learned that the person was still in a coma. How could this be? He wouldn’t believe there was no way to handle it.

So he went directly over, and surprisingly, Hu Zi’s method really worked. Although the person seemed wooden, they still managed to extract some information.

This was even more unexpected; it turned out that the people around the leader were leading it.

Hu Zi felt this matter was too serious. So Daqing and Hu Zi drove straight to deliver the materials.

Qin Zhiyuan was quite puzzled when he saw the two of them come over.

Zeng Zhenqing broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing the news. He took the statement to the leader’s office.

This matter was even more serious. The people around the leader had been investigated. Such an incident, Zeng Zhenqing could hardly shirk his responsibility.

Hu Zi and Daqing went straight to the hospital.

They found Sun Yanhua. "Don’t worry, as long as Mr. Su doesn’t wake up, we really have no solution.

Moreover, Mr. Su’s will to survive should be particularly strong. He will go for a checkup today. Seeing that the blood in the abdominal cavity hasn’t increased and the blood clot in the head is decreasing, there’s a very high chance Mr. Su will wake up, so don’t worry."

This made the three of them feel much relieved. As soon as the eldest sister-in-law wakes up, everyone can finally be at ease.

Su Yuanyuan now felt like she was drifting, what was going on? She knew she had driven off the mountain cliff. Could she actually be dead?

Would one still live in a soul form after death? It seemed the novels were right.

What could she do to return? Although she had been living day-by-day in this life, living was still preferable, right? She had finally found some joyful days, and they were gone just like that? The thought of it made her feel deeply unwilling.

Drifting like a ghost, she didn’t know what to do.

She saw that the orphanage still received money regularly, so she was reassured. Drifting back to her hometown, the dilapidated house was still there, barely standing. The villagers knew about her accident.

Many were quite saddened, especially the old village chief, who was now restricted in movement but not senile.

Upon hearing the news of Su Yuanyuan’s death, the old man shed tears and muttered, "She was a child of hard fate, truly tough."

Su Yuanyuan felt intensely bored. Just wandering around, it felt like she had hit the jackpot—traveling without having to pay the travel agency and going wherever she pleased.

Thinking about it seemed wonderful, with the comfort of not being crowded or feeling temperature changes.

Yet she wasn’t happy, nor did she have a physical body, just drifting in this world.

She knew she was a ghost, but normal ghosts feared daylight. Why was she unaffected by the sun?

Enough with the fun, truly enough; it was time to get back to business. This existing uncertainty made her feel uneasy.

She felt she had been drifting in the world for decades. In the end, she found her grave and slipped inside.

In her heart, she thought she would just be a well-behaved ghost.

But what greeted her was pain.

Su Yuanyuan was thrilled—why was there feeling? Could it be that she hadn’t died after all? But why couldn’t she open her eyes?

Damn, it hurt so much, as if her head was being sliced open. Did she hit her head?

Groggy. She could hear some sounds, but trying to grasp them clearly was impossible.

When she got anxious, her head hurt even more. It was hellishly uncomfortable, so Su Yuanyuan thought she should continue sleeping. Maybe the next time she woke, she would be able to hear and see.

Sun Yanhua had been keeping an eye on Su Yuanyuan. Noticing Su Yuanyuan’s response, she frowned, as it seemed she had some sensation.

Excitedly, she ran out to tell the guard at the door to call a doctor, then returned to Su Yuanyuan’s bedside for careful observation.

Today, Da Biao was on duty outside, and he was also very excited, following the doctor into the ward.

"The patient should be conscious now. She might wake up soon."

Hearing this from the doctor, Da Biao was overjoyed.

In Su Yuanyuan’s mind, she believed she was in a hospital, and there should be a doctor by her side now.

She wanted to open her eyes.

"Doctor, look, her eyes are moving."

"Hmm. I think the patient is also trying hard to wake up."

Su Yuanyuan still couldn’t open her eyes this time, mainly because her head hurt too much, and she felt utterly drained. She couldn’t even lift her eyelids.

Even so, Da Biao and the others were very happy. Although she hadn’t woken up yet, at least she was responding now. She wasn’t just quietly lying there. They were scared when they thought of that scene.

Everyone who was concerned knew that Su Yuanyuan had reacted.

They all hoped she would wake up soon; this woman already had such a hard life.

Su Yuanyuan opened her eyes in the middle of the night; she felt she couldn’t move at all, only her eyes could see the ceiling.

Slowly, she began to observe her surroundings.

She felt something was off; even in the most backward places, it couldn’t possibly have such outdated medical equipment. Seeing a middle-aged woman sleeping on the side, this must be the caregiver assigned to her.

But how could she explain drifting for so many years? Could it all have been her imagination? Forget it, she couldn’t think anymore; her head was hurting badly.

Feeling her body, her left hand could move, but she didn’t make any noise. She summoned a cup of Spiritual Spring Water and carefully controlled herself to drink it down.

Hearing the woman turning her body, she was startled and quickly put away the cup.

Only then did she have the energy to think. It seemed she was truly alive; otherwise, the space she had before would have been imaginary, and she wouldn’t have been able to enter it at all.

Because she was too weak, she soon fell asleep again.

The next day, she was awakened by the sound of people talking.

Opening her eyes, she was startled—fortunately, she had been through a lot and didn’t lose composure on the spot.

What did she see? Wasn’t this the dress style of the last century? Could it be that she had transmigrated? That would be the only explanation.

The hospital director was overjoyed to see Su Yuanyuan open her eyes. He had been under great pressure.

Every day, leaders would inquire about her. That was one reason; the second was that he greatly respected this young female comrade, knowing she had sacrificed herself for the broader public.

"Comrade Su Yuanyuan, how do you feel now?"

Su Yuanyuan’s pupils contracted slightly; was she also called Su Yuanyuan? The same name. Yes, otherwise, she wouldn’t have crossed over here.