Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
A few minutes later, Chen Heng’s keen senses picked up a slight movement in Ryougi Shiki’s left pinky finger.
Root really isn’t reliable. If she had informed me just a few minutes later, I wouldn’t have arrived before Ryougi Shiki awoke.
I don’t believe that Root can’t accurately predict Ryougi Shiki’s waking moment. She must be too engrossed in having fun to care about the situation here.
As Chen Heng scrutinized Ryougi Shiki’s fluttering eyelashes, her eyes opened slowly. He immediately leaned in.
So, what were her eyes like? They seemed vacant, somewhat lost.
“You are awake.”
“You—” Cough! Cough! Ryougi Shiki attempted to speak in Chinese—a language she had learned when she had received her legal identification—but could only cough violently after a word, perhaps because she had been in a coma for so long.
Not panicking, Chen Heng transferred a trickle of Spiritual Energy into her to aid her gradual recovery. He was careful not to infuse too much, aware that her frail state could not handle a forceful restoration. Otherwise, there would be side effects. As the saying goes, one should not be nourished when weakened.
Her pale face soon gained a flush of color after the infusion of Chen Heng’s Spiritual Energy.
“Who are you? And who am I?”
“Huh? Shiki, you don’t remember anything? Your name is Ryougi Shiki.”
“Ryougi Shiki? Is that my name? It sounds familiar,” she said, struggling to sit up but finding herself weak. Despite receiving a trickle of Chen Heng’s Spiritual Energy, her body, weakened from a prolonged period of bed confinement, could not support her.
“Take it easy; don’t rush to get up. You’ve been unconscious for a long time, and it will be difficult to sit upright,” Chen Heng advised, pressing the call button at her bedside.
In a short while, a nurse hurried in.
“Ah! Mister Chen Heng, you’re back to visit your younger sister? Do you need anything… Wait, Miss Ryougi Shiki, you’re awake? Doctor! Doctor!”
The nurse started to greet Chen Heng but stopped abruptly when she noticed the previous
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