Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn

Chapter 791: Chapter 111: Iceberg Collides with Mars (Part 2)

In the same situation now, Xiao Que only looked perplexed by his gestures.

"You can’t communicate, I’m afraid it’s even harder for me," seeing that Xiao Xian had no ideas, Yezi quickly gathered up the Dream Beast that had been awaiting in the hospital room.

"How about we wait until the child is discharged and then try using the Dream Beast?" Yezi saw that Xiao Que did not have as many tubes attached to her as a typical critically ill patient might, suggesting she could eat freely, aside from being immobile.

Taking Xiao Que out? Yezi’s suggestion was clearly a bad one, since Xiao Que was an orphan with nowhere else to go. But if her condition remained unchanged, could they really just leave her in the hospital?

Regarding Xiao Que’s stay, they should consult Wang Fenglei, but he had disappeared without a trace, and there was no progress in the matter.

"We can only use anesthesia now, comfort Xiao Que, I’ll go find a nurse," Zhou Ziang hesitated, even though Yezi’s statement about the Dream Beast reading people’s dreams might not be true, it was still worth a try since there currently was no direct way to ascertain the inner workings of the deaf-mute Xiao Que’s mind.

Merely relying on basic emotional responses like happiness and anger was insufficient to determine what she had encountered in the Snow Gully and what had happened.

Using anesthesia was bound to have some adverse effects on Xiao Que, but since Xiao Xian could think of no better method, she headed over to Xiao Que’s side, trying to convey her intentions.

Mei Nian was stiff all over, with only her eyeballs and tongue moveable. Xiao Xian approached her, and she looked somewhat anxious and helpless.

Among the people who visited her today, what was that strange thing that the newly arrived tall young man had called out? Although she couldn’t hear the conversation between Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang, Mei Nian could guess that Xiao Xian now harbored doubts about the present "Xiao Que," and they were trying their best to communicate with her.

Her best response now was to cooperate.

Xiao Xian whispered a few words into Mei Nian’s ear and made several gestures, to which the other party still did not respond.

Disappointed, Xiao Xian was about to get up and wait for the nurse when she noticed the rhythmic movement of Xiao Que’s eyeballs on the hospital bed, an up and down motion.

"Xiao Que, are you trying to tell me something?" Xiao Xian, as if finding a glimmer of hope, quickly grasped Xiao Que’s hand.

The little girl’s hand was soft and warm, just immovable.

Xiao Xian, struck by inspiration, opened Xiao Que’s palm; she had forgotten another method of communication available with Xiao Que.

She drew a "one" in Xiao Que’s palm, and Xiao Que’s eyeballs moved.

Even a deaf-mute child could respond to the most basic numbers; Xiao Xian felt revitalized and then wrote the character for "two".

The eyeballs of the little girl on the bed moved twice.

"She understands me, Yezi, she understands me," Xiao Xian said joyously; Xiao Que could recognize characters.

She thought that as a deaf-mute child, no one would bother to teach her to recognize characters, but now it seemed that was not the case.

"Xiao Que, pay attention now. Next, the meaning is, one blink for ’yes,’ two blinks for ’no’, you must tell me accurately," Xiao Xian pulled Xiao Que’s hand close, repeatedly writing the meanings of "one" and "two," and finally wrote "Do you understand?", Xiao Que’s eyeballs moved.

Zhou Ziang had to exert a lot of effort to persuade Xiao Que’s attending physician to administer a certain dose of anesthetic, under hospital regulations that unless absolutely necessary, anesthetics should not be used excessively on minors still in development. Zhou Ziang told a small lie, saying Xiao Que hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days, constantly suffering from insomnia.

Only then did the attendant doctor agree, preparing the medication and subsequently having a nurse administer the injection.

When the nurse and Zhou Ziang arrived at the ward, Xiao Xian was still sitting by Xiao Que’s side. Zhou Ziang noticed the grim look on Xiao Xian’s face and approached the bedside, saying, "What’s wrong, you don’t need to worry too much, the dose of the anesthetic isn’t too high, it’s just enough to put her into a comatose state," he assumed Xiao Xian was concerned about the drug affecting Xiao Que’s condition poorly.

Xiao Xian hesitated, taking another look at Xiao Que.

The conversation she had just had with "Xiao Que" had stirred a great tumult in her heart.

Yezi was just watching Xiao Xian’s expression continuously changing, not knowing the specific reason why Xiao Xian was writing something on the patient’s hand.

She is not Xiao Que. The person lying on the bed is not Xiao Que; she is... Master Mei.

How could this be? The situation had gone beyond Xiao Xian’s expectations. During her communication with Mei Nian, although they had agreed on "yes" and "no" as the basic signals for their communication, it was still difficult to convey with ambiguous finger traces.

In desperation, Xiao Xian had to succinctly write on Xiao Que’s hand, "Xiao Que, did you encounter a ginseng spiritual vein in Snow Gully that day?"

The reply was "yes."

What should she ask next? Xiao Xian racked her brains and asked another question: "Then did you also meet Master Mei?"

Xiao Que’s eyeballs stuck as if glued; her answer was neither "yes" nor "no." What did that mean?

"Mei Nian, don’t you recognize her?" Xiao Xian tried to explain that Mei Nian was the woman who had once lived in the wooden house.

Xiao Que’s answer this time was still "yes."

"Both she and you were captured by the ginseng spiritual vein?" Xiao Xian pressed on.

The response was still "yes."

"Where did the ginseng spiritual vein go, did it escape?" Xiao Xian knew she had reached a critical point. (To be continued. If you like this work, please support us with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)