Chapter 30 does

After seeing a dazed Okazaki leave his house, Zhao Mian waited until late at night, and after confirming that Tomoyo and Takabun had fallen asleep completely, he put on his coat and set off for the hospital in a neighboring town, where a young girl who was immersed in his dreams like a sleeping beauty needed help. Although the person in the past was not a prince riding a white horse, nor was he a rich and handsome man worth tens of millions, but a strong man who could frighten bad boys without suspense in terms of face or figure, which is somewhat inconsistent with the content of shoujo manga, and after saving the girl, he will basically cut off contact with the girl, and then hide his merit and fame.

Although the small towns in Japan are not far from each other compared to China, after all, the country is only a small area, but the distance is still not too short given that there is no means of transportation and you don't want to attract too much attention. However, Zhao Mian finally came to the gate of the hospital before three o'clock in the morning, and in the howling of the night wind, the hospital with all the lights turned off looked a little terrifying.

Zhao Mian carefully observed the gate of the hospital, except for the guard who was napping in the duty room at the door, only the surveillance camera placed on the wall on the side had to be avoided - so he left the range illuminated by the street lamp slightly, chose a shade behind a tree, and jumped over the high wall outside the hospital.

After all, it wasn't a heavily guarded military location, and after noticing a few cameras that needed to be avoided, the only thing left for him to pay attention to was how to quickly find the room where the unconscious girl was - normally, this kind of thing could be solved by just asking the nurse station in the hospital, but on this dark night, what he had to do was to know as few people as possible.

So after selectively searching for half an hour, Zhao Mian finally found the ward where the girl was before dawn came, he saw the other party's existence through the glass on the door, and then pushed the door open.

Greeted by a burst of air freshener asked, and then, a faint fragrance of flowers began to linger around you, just this smell must be very different from the hallway, Zhao Mian knew that this room was not cleaned by the cleaning staff of the hospital, and the placement and matching of items in the room confirmed his guess from a small place - this girl is probably deeply loved.

Then, he had to wake her up. Zhao Mian took a deep breath.

The girl had all kinds of pipes, instruments, life support systems plugged into her body, beside her, flowers were the farthest things, and beside her bedside were all kinds of instruments that were still fluctuating - a large part of them Zhao Mian couldn't read, but it didn't matter, because he didn't diagnose patients according to these things.

He stretched out his hand, and a little light gradually spread from his palm, until his whole arm was soaked in this light, and he put the shining hand on the girl's forehead - and then, a little light began to emanate from his palm, and as the light on his arm weakened, the girl's forehead lit up little by little, and after a moment, the girl's body floated slightly.

It's not that there's something like levitation, it's not that gravity has been changed, it's not that the girl has awakened any new power, it's just because the holy light repels the foreign objects attached to the girl's body, and the girls gradually leave the bed with those tubes connected to various instruments in different shapes one by one.

Then the light began to fill the small room little by little, but it still didn't reach the level of burning enough eyes, the light appeared silently in the air, and then little by little, quickly approached the girl floating on the bed.

The more light gathers, the more it gathers. Little by little, decorating this dark room, they scrambled to appear around the girl, and then disappeared into the girl's body, but soon, the girl's body seemed to be saturated, and the light began to cling to the girl's body, like a silkworm that was forming a cocoon, and the light beside the girl condensed into wisps of lines, and these lines looked so sharp, as if they could cut off the steel in an instant. But they didn't, the light just began to form cocoons, wisps of light, little by little, encircling the girl between them.

Soon, the light in the room suddenly dimmed—perhaps more appropriately restrained—and the light condensed into silk threads, which formed a cocoon that enveloped the girl in it. When this was done, the light began to dim, and they retracted their brilliance, a little bit like a dull golden shell appeared on the surface of the cocoon.

Zhao Mian withdrew his hand from the cocoon. Then, the last rays of light burst out of the gap—but it was also the last glimmer of light in the room, and the dark golden shell soon covered the last gap, and then a long darkness descended into the room. In the darkness, Zhao Mian just looked at the dark golden cocoon wordlessly, as if he was expecting the girl in it to be able to turn into a butterfly in front of his eyes.

But this is not Liang Zhu, and Zhao Mian does not have the power to change the form of others - what he does is actually no different from the past. He is just 'doing', doing what he can do, doing what he can do, like a fool, using his most clumsy posture to carry out the wishes of others.

And the Holy Light is the world's feedback to him.

The dark golden shell began to crumble, but from the cracks, no light appeared, and as the shell cracked, fell, and disappeared silently, the quiet girl greeted another light in the room with her most innocent sleeping side face—the first rays of the morning sun passed through the curtains of the hospital room, leaving her own tiny figure on her face.

Zhao Mian looked at the girl quietly, but the focus of his gaze was not in front of him, he seemed to see through the girl's body, and saw somewhere far away, the small body of thoughts that was being carved hard - although it was just a girl who was constantly broken, but it carried a lot of thoughts and emotions.

For a long time, the sound of hurried footsteps made Zhao Mian's thoughts return to his body from a distant place, and he took one last look at the girl who was still asleep - the strong heartbeat was constantly pumping new blood, and the power that began to awaken from the deepest part of the body was stimulated by the seeds planted, and began to repair this thin body little by little.

Zhao Mian turned around, opened the curtains, pushed open the window, and jumped down - ignoring that this was the third floor. After leaving behind a deep pit in the grass and the busy doctors and nurses in the ward, he walked out of the hospital in the morning light.

Suddenly I want to eat egg scones, go back and treat myself to a few portions. Zhao Mian, who was walking on the road, thought so. But where he didn't notice, where he was about to return home, a figure stood outside the door of the entrance to the house—some slender figure rubbed her hands, her long hair wet with the morning dew, and brought her a little coolness.