PFC Chapter 261 Is she still her?
Chapter 261 Is she still her?
Chu Yan lowered his eyes to look at the bulging sachet on the table, and then thought of what he had just said about putting the sachet in the pillow, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Does this monk think he is easy to fool?
One moment he said he was lost, and the next moment he said he could find the way out by smelling the scent. What kind of nonsense is this?
I think he must be crazy. How could there be someone in this world who can communicate with ghosts and gods?
He squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk, then said slowly and in a deep voice, "Sorry to bother you!" As he was trying to stand up, he was stunned by the old monk's question.
"I presume that the female donor is already unconscious?" The abbot's face was peaceful, and his deep, weathered voice carried a hint of certainty. "If she doesn't wake up, she will only gradually weaken in her coma."
This sentence made Chu Yan's eyes tremble slightly. He stared at the abbot and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? What did you know? Why did she fall into a coma?"
He asked three questions in a row, eager to know the reason for Nan Xi's coma. He was extremely fed up with not understanding anything, knowing nothing, and being able to beg and wait helplessly.
In response to his panic and urgency, the abbot smiled kindly and replied calmly, "Donor, the Buddha said it cannot be explained."
Can’t be said?
Chu Yan lowered his eyebrows and looked at the incense bag on the table in silence. After a while, he looked up at the abbot and asked slowly,
"Will she still be herself?"
The abbot smiled upon hearing this and replied calmly, "She is always herself."
Is it always her?
Does this mean that the Nan Xi he likes and the Nan Xi before him have always been the same person? Could he really be mistaken?
Chu Yan picked up the incense bag on the table and continued to ask, "How long does the incense bag need to be used?"
"Just wear it for three more days after you wake up." The abbot looked at Chu Yan and replied.
"Thank you, Master." Chu Yan nodded to the abbot, "If the person really wakes up, I will come to thank you specially."
The abbot nodded upon hearing this and said, "Goodbye, benefactor."
Chu Yan left the meditation room and strode out of the temple. After returning to the car, he directly told the driver, "Drive to the hospital."
The car slowly left the temple filled with incense and headed towards Jing City Hospital.
Inside the car, Chu Yan leaned against the back seat, his fingers resting on his knees tapping unconsciously. Thinking back to the conversation just now in the temple, his brows were tightly furrowed.
Today's trip somewhat overturned his 28 years of scientific thinking and shocked him deeply.
Not many people knew about Xixi's coma, let alone the monk.
But the monk knew everything, even the reason for his visit today. Moreover, the monk seemed to know everything about Xixi.
Thinking of this, Chu Yan took a deep breath, took out the sachet from his pocket and observed it carefully, then put it to his nose and smelled it. A rich and fragrant herbal scent instantly rushed into his nasal cavity. It was not choking, but rather refreshing.
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In the hospital, Chu Yan walked into the ward and did not see Xu Wanyi. He guessed that she might have gone out for something.
He slowly walked to the bedside and looked at Nan Xi, who was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, as quiet and peaceful as a sleeping beauty. She was exactly the same Nan Xi he had seen every morning when he woke up first, when they slept together before.
But this time, she couldn't wake up for a long time, as if she was going to sleep forever!
Chu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, took out the sachet and placed it under Nan Xi's pillow. He lowered his head close to her cheek and gently kissed her fair lips.
The subtle herbal fragrance from the sachet under the pillow lingered in their nostrils. Chu Yan clenched his fingers and whispered slowly in Nan Xi's ear,
"Xixi, wake up soon, okay?"