A middle-aged woman with a kind face and tears at the corners of her eyes suddenly covered her mouth, crying with joy.
"Bro! How are you feeling? Doctor! Doctor! He's awake!"
A lively girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen, with a ponytail, jumped up excitedly, rushing out of the ward to call for help.
As Lynn's gaze passed over her face, his heart inexplicably quivered slightly—this girl's brows and eyes were exactly the same as his sister Eleanor from the otherworld.
A doctor in a lab coat soon arrived, carefully checking his pupils, heartbeat, and various indicators, finally nodding reassuringly to the family: "Vital signs are basically stable, it's truly fortunate."
"Lynn, do you remember what happened? You were in a car accident on your way home from school, hit by a speeding truck, and you've been in a coma for six months."
Upon hearing this, his sister, eyes a bit tearful, interjected: "To be precise, it's been two hundred and six days."
Car accident? Coma?
