Lin Yao and Miaomiao were still in a coma. Wei Ziqi and a few of their friends came to the hospital to keep watch every day, filled with fear and anxiety.
Two days later, Miaomiao woke up first. She had had a low - grade fever for two whole days and looked extremely listless. Wei Ziqi and the Lin family didn't dare to tell her about Lin Yao's current condition.
However, Miaomiao guessed intuitively that something must have happened to her father. Otherwise, after being sick for so long, the first person she would see when she opened her eyes should have been her father.
After Miaomiao's repeated questioning, Wei Ziqi had no choice but to tell her about Lin Yao's injury.
Hearing that her father had been hurt by the villains and was still in a coma, Miaomiao got anxious. Ignoring her weak body, she got out of the hospital bed and rushed to the intensive care unit.
Lin Yao looked haggard. Due to excessive blood loss, his lips were still a bit pale. Miaomiao clenched her fists, wearing a hospital gown, and directly turned around and walked out of the hospital.
Wei Ziqi quickly chased after her and grabbed Miaomiao, asking, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to the farmhouse to catch the bad guy who hurt Dad!" Miaomiao turned back, sniffled, and stubbornly held back her tears with red - rimmed eyes.
"The person who did this must have already run away. We've already called the police, and your Second Uncle is also fully investigating this matter. Go back and rest, okay?" Wei Ziqi looked at Miaomiao worriedly.
"No, I must catch the person who hurt Dad with my own hands. No matter what crime it is, there are always traces. Dad is injured, and Second Uncle must have sealed off all the areas around the farmhouse. He won't be able to run away so quickly. I remember there's a small mountain around our yard. The villagers once said that it's a wild mountain, no one goes there, and it hasn't been developed. He should be there! I have a strong tracking ability and I can run very fast. As long as he's there, I'll definitely be able to catch him!"
After such a big thing happened to Lin Yao, Miaomiao, whose mind was originally a bit slow, now seemed to have had a sudden enlightenment and was thinking very fast.
"If you really want to go, I'll go back now and get you a piece of clothing. It's too cold outside, and you've just recovered from a serious illness. Your body definitely won't be able to take it." Wei Ziqi felt that Miaomiao was pulling harder and harder, and knew that he couldn't change her mind, so he had no choice but to compromise.
Miaomiao looked at the light snow falling outside and nodded.
The cold would make one's body slow down. It was really necessary to add a piece of clothing.
Wei Ziqi rushed back to the ward in a hurry, took out all of Miaomiao's clothes, and accompanied her to take a taxi to the farmhouse.
Meanwhile, Lin Yao, who was still in a coma, had a dream in a daze.
This dream was very long. In the dream, he had long hair and was dressed in ancient clothes. He lived in a family of medical experts and was in charge of a large mountain stronghold.
In the dream, he had been in poor health since childhood and had relied on herbal medicine to survive. His mother had died early, and his father was hardly ever seen. Only servants accompanied him.
When he reached the age of learning to read and remember things, various teachers took turns teaching him every day. He learned a lot of things, which were also very miscellaneous, mostly about management, medical knowledge, and the situation of the outside world.
Countless pieces of intelligence and books were brought in front of him every day. His father, whom he rarely saw, would always assess his studies as soon as he saw him.
At the age of 20, the servant suddenly brought the sad news that his father had been ambushed and killed on his way home.
After holding the funeral for his father, he took over the mountain stronghold and was busy with all kinds of social activities every day. The people he met would always try to find out where his family's heirloom was.
After taking over the mountain stronghold, he began to understand why he had seen his father so few times in a year, and his complaints about his father gradually dissipated.
One day, he received an invitation to the Martial Arts Conference. He definitely couldn't miss such a large - scale gathering.
He and his servants climbed over mountains. When they were about to reach the location of the Martial Arts Conference, they were attacked.
When he saw the person who attacked him, he was very surprised because this person had been on good terms with their family before his father died and could be regarded as an old family friend.
"You can't practice martial arts. You're just a sickly person. The Lin family will end with you. An innocent man may be guilty if he possesses a jade. If you obediently hand over the Buddha bone and submit to my family, I'll spare your life today."
"Lin Yao, I advise you to think carefully. You're just a useless person who can't practice martial arts. Can you hold on to such a large mountain stronghold? When your father was alive, we were still a bit afraid of him. After your father died, the Lin family is doomed to collapse! What's the use of putting up a last - ditch resistance? In the end, aren't you just meat on the chopping block? Instead of letting others take it, why not just give the Buddha bone to us? For the sake of the friendship between my father and your father, I'll still help you if you're in trouble in the future!"
"Are you really going to be so stubborn? This isn't the territory of the Lin family. Your family has a single - line inheritance, and you have no wife or children. After you die, the Lin family will really cease to exist. Do I still need to tell you the truth that as long as the green mountains remain, there'll always be firewood?"
One after another, words that tried to reason with him, appeal to his emotions, threaten and cajole him clearly came into his ears.
Lin Yao was a bit confused. Looking at the people who surrounded him, he always felt a bit familiar, but also so strange.
Everything that happened was so real that it didn't seem like a dream. It was really hard to tell the truth from the falsehood.
Looking at the people around him who kept asking him to hand over the treasure, he didn't choose to compromise but chose to fight to the bitter end.
The servants and followers he brought fought desperately to make a way out for him and built a human wall to buy him time to escape.
But there were too many of the enemy. All his men had sacrificed themselves, and they didn't hold them back for long. And when he had just started to escape, he had also been stabbed by a sword. Blood kept flowing, and his body gradually weakened.
The scenery in front of him became more and more blurred. For a moment, he felt that he was about to die. Suddenly, a pair of strong little hands pulled him and dragged him behind a pile of weeds, covering his whole body.
He could still hear the faint shouting in his ears, and the sound of the footsteps chasing him gradually faded away. After there was completely no sound, Lin Yao took out the medicine bottle to stop the bleeding for himself, then pushed aside the weeds and walked out.
The blood loss had been controlled. Although his body was still a bit weak, he no longer felt the sense of life slipping away.
He tried hard to clear his eyes and finally saw the environment he was in.
It was an old temple, and there was a little toddler standing beside him. At the moment, the little toddler was looking at him with big, watery eyes. The look in those eyes was clear and pure, a purity he had never seen before.