Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 389 Sleeping Beauty

Chen Xi's answer was somewhat unexpected by the officer. After taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to smash something, Chen Xi said to the colonel, "I will give a reasonable explanation for this later. As for the present, just say it's a rare celestial phenomenon! We've filmed so many episodes of 'Approaching Science,' I believe you can gloss over this issue."

As Chen Xi said this, he was trying hard to restrain himself, and the colonel could see that his left hand had unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"If all else fails, ask those whiny guys if they can withstand this level of individual force airborne strike!" As he said this, his voice suddenly turned cold, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees, causing several officers to swallow hard.

After saying that, Chen Xi didn't say anything more to the colonel. He said "Excuse me" and went into Li Jingyi's ward.

He pushed the door open very gently, a stark contrast to his earlier aggressive demeanor.

The colonel watched his retreating figure, shook his head slightly, and then left with his men.

In the corridor, the youngest major finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sir, are we just going back to report like this?"

"What else? They've already given an explanation; that's more than enough." The colonel shook his head, his expression returning to its stern state.

Although this incident put them at a disadvantage in their response, as Chen Xi said, why all the fuss? Which capital city can withstand an orbital airborne attack?
Only those who can withstand the pressure are qualified to question at the table; those who cannot are not even qualified to sit at the table.
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The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular "beep" sound.

Chen Xi stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at Li Jingyi's pale face. There was no violence or murderous intent in his eyes, only a slight heartache.

Her lips had lost their usual color and were slightly chapped; her breathing was so light it was almost imperceptible.

Chen Xi remembered that at this time yesterday, she was still smiling and waving at him by the waterfall, water droplets still dripping from her hair, and sunlight dancing on her body.

Now, she lies there quietly, like a flower wilted by a storm.

He stood in front of the hospital bed, his chest churning with indescribable emotions.

This complex feeling was like a tangled mess stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

This feeling is unfamiliar, like something is slowly fermenting in my heart, but I can't find the right words to describe it.

It wasn't just sadness, nor pure anger, but a complex feeling mixed with bitterness and helplessness.

Do I feel sorry for them? Yes, but it's not just about feeling sorry for them.

The feeling is more like seeing a blooming flower suddenly wither, leaving one feeling both regretful and helpless.

The contrast between the vibrant and bright life he witnessed yesterday and the fragile state he experienced left him feeling lost and bewildered.

A sense of guilt lingered in my heart, but it wasn't that intense.

Reason told him it was just an accident, but emotionally he couldn't help but think: if he had been more alert and reacted faster, could he have avoided all of this?
Now he only felt a tightness in his chest, as if his trachea was blocked by a soaked sponge.

Every breath became difficult, and my temples throbbed with pain.

He slowly sat down on the chair by the bed and carefully took that familiar hand in his.

He knew this hand all too well.

Just yesterday, it was energetically pulling him through the mountains and forests, skillfully pushing aside the branches and leaves that blocked the way, and steadily helping him cross the slippery stream stones.

Back then, it felt warm and dry to the touch, my palms calloused from years of rock climbing and swimming, my knuckles strong yet soft, giving me a strange sense of security and reliability. But now, it lies quietly on the white sheets, as cold as the temperature of the deep sea.

The once healthy skin tone had faded to a sickly pale, with bluish veins faintly visible beneath the almost transparent skin.

His slender fingers were bent weakly, and even his knuckles looked particularly fragile, like magnolia branches that had been knocked down by a rainstorm.

Chen Xi carefully touched the back of her hand with his fingertips, not daring to use force, for fear that he might crush this suddenly fragile life if he used too much force.

He recalled how these hands had been deftly tying the climbing rope knots just yesterday, but now they didn't even tremble at the slightest.

He didn't know what to say.

She can't hear and won't respond.

He could only watch her in silence, watching her slightly furrowed brows, as if she were still enduring some hidden pain; watching her pale cheeks, where they used to be flushed with a healthy blush, were now deathly white; watching her disheveled hair scattered on the pillow, a few strands still damp with seawater.

He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. His fingertips touched her skin, and the temperature was so low that it sent a shiver down his spine.

He suddenly remembered what she had said yesterday: "Life is so beautiful, why always think about things that bother you?"

But now, she lies here, because of a sea snake, because of an accident, because of... his negligence.

Chen Xi's fingers unconsciously tightened, then quickly loosened, afraid of hurting her.

He stared at the needle sticking out of the back of her hand, the clear liquid dripping down slowly, as if time were being stretched out.

The wind outside the window gently stirred the curtains, and the sound of waves drifted from afar. Everything was so peaceful, except for the turbulent emotions churning within his chest.

He didn't know if he liked her, but he knew that when he was with her, he didn't need to pretend, he didn't need to explain, and he didn't even need to deliberately think about those heavy past events.

She just smiled and took him to see the sea, to listen to the rain, and to experience the simplest things he had long forgotten.

And now, she lies here, so quiet, unlike herself.

Chen Xi took a deep breath, gently stroking her fingertips as if in a silent plea: "Please wake up soon."

"Your Majesty, please bless her and let her wake up!" Chen Xi suddenly began to pray devoutly. Although he did not believe in the immortal king on the golden throne, at this moment, Chen Xi did not know what else he could do but pray to him.

The power of psychic energy might have some effect, but unable to calm himself down, he suspected that if he did so, the violent power would instantly tear the slender and delicate person in front of him apart.

The hospital has done its best in treatment, and anti-venom antivenom has been injected. The doctors have also done everything they can to save her life.

Theoretically speaking, she is out of danger and will wake up soon.

But she kept her eyes tightly closed the whole time.

Occasionally, her fingertips would tremble slightly, and her brows would furrow unconsciously, making Chen Xi's heart clench—but the next second, everything would fall silent again, as if the commotion just now was only his imagination.

(End of this chapter)