When she awoke, she saw the white ceiling. The scent of disinfectant filled the air, accompanied by the monotonous ticking of machines.
Luo Xian raised her eyes in confusion and heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Startled, the doctors rushed in to give her a comprehensive examination. They left no stone unturned. Then, to their confusion, they found that her previously exhausted Soul seemed to have been reborn from its cocoon. However, it wasn't flawed or improved as they had imagined.
There was no change whatsoever—not more, not less.
They couldn't find a reason for this condition, nor could they dissect or study it further. Despite the prohibition, some were eager to try. However, a single glance from the old man—who was merely leaning against the wall, watching—made them obediently abandon their bold idea. In the end, they could only leave regretfully, concluding that everything was normal. This left only the father and daughter in the ward.
