On the sixth night, Lu Ming slipped over to Wen Ning's room again.
The door was ajar. He poked his head inside, his hair a tangled mess from sleeping, though his eyes were bright.
"Wen Ning, are we going again today?"
Wen Ning sat cross-legged on the bed, his phone tossed aside. He looked up at him.
"Yes. He hasn't woken up yet, so we'll keep going."
Lu Ming pursed his lips and slipped inside.
"I knew it. I've already changed. Ready to float whenever you are."
Wen Ning said nothing more. He closed his eyes, focused, and activated Spirit Roaming and Qi Control.
Two figures rose from the room, drifted through the wall, and flew toward the hospital.
The night wind swept past them, the city lights spreading out beneath their feet. Lu Ming muttered as he floated along.
"If he still doesn't wake up today, I'm tempted to stick a talisman on his forehead."
Wen Ning gave him a sidelong look.
"You can actually do that?"
"I'm just saying. With the mood this intense, I'd look unprofessional if I didn't talk a little tough."
Wen Ning couldn't be bothered to respond.
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the hospital.
In the ward, Xiao Rou was still asleep at the bedside, dark circles beneath her eyes and her breathing shallow.
Lin Dagang lay in the hospital bed, looking much the same, though his complexion had improved a little more over the past two days.
Wen Ning and Lu Ming wasted no time. They headed straight for the space between Lin Dagang's brows, and with a flicker of their souls, stepped into his dream again.
This time, the dream took place in a hospital.
But unlike the ward outside, this was the hallway outside a delivery room