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Chapter 260 Struggle
As Lin Che was pushed into the fortress medical pod, Lu Zhao's fingers flew across the control panel.

Red warning lights swirled across the surface of the cabin, while a dense stream of data pulsed across the monitoring screen.

“Vital signs are stable.” Lu Zhao tapped the heart rate curve, “but the EEG is wrong.”

He pulled up another set of waveforms. “This is the human alpha wave, and this is…” He traced another series of sharp, jagged waves with his fingertip, “the non-human mode. The alternating frequency is seventeen times per minute, like two engines fighting for the same drive shaft.”

Su Wanqing moved a chair and sat down next to the medical pod, her eyes glued to the monitoring screen.

Beneath Lin Che's skin, blue lines were running along his veins, crawling from the back of his hand to his neck, then retreating back to his wrist, like a group of restless fish.

“His consciousness is fighting with the Weaver part.” Lu Zhao pulled off his protective gloves. “I’ve tried gene stabilizers, electromagnetic pulse stimulation of the temporal lobe, and even experimental consciousness anchoring—” He pointed to the charred interface on the side of the cabin. “It’s no use. The proportion of human consciousness is still dropping. It’s currently at 18%.”

"Try this." Xiao Ran pushed open the door and came in, followed by an old man in a blue cloth shirt with a white beard tied in a small braid, carrying a red lacquered wooden box.

"Jiang Hui said this is the old doctor from 'Green Ark,' who is good at regulating energy disorders."

The old doctor lifted Lin Che's eyelids to take a look, and then checked his pulse.

"The pulse is as chaotic as a tangled mess." He took out a silver needle from the wooden box. "But it hasn't broken yet."

Silver needles were inserted into Lin Che's Baihui, Fengchi, and Neiguan acupoints, with wisps of smoke rising from the needle tips.

The old doctor took out a ceramic bottle, poured out a brown medicine, and fed it to the patient. Half an hour later, the blue veins slowed down, but the number on the monitoring screen still jumped to 17%.

"We can help," Xiaoling's voice came from the doorway. She and Xiaoyu stood hand in hand, the pale purple mark on their foreheads glowing slightly.

"You guys?" Lu Zhao's eyebrows twitched.

“We can see his consciousness.” Xiaoyu walked over and gently touched the glass of the medical pod with her fingertips. “It’s like a sea shrouded in a purple storm, and he’s struggling in the eye of the storm.”

“There are two of them,” Xiaoling added. “One is someone we know, and the other is Lan Yingying’s, who doesn’t really look human. They’re fighting over the same body.”

Lu Zhao pulled up the brainwave diagram for comparison, his pupils contracting slightly. "It matches the monitoring data."

He looked at Su Wanqing, "Perhaps we can give it a try given the current situation."

Su Wanqing nodded. Xiaoling and Xiaoyu climbed onto the high stools next to the medical pod and placed their hands on the sensor areas on both sides of the pod.

The two girls' marks were dazzlingly bright, and a pale purple light shot out from their foreheads and wrapped around Lin Che's wrist.

A miracle occurred. The wandering blue patterns suddenly stopped and began to rise and fall with Xiaoling and Xiaoyu's breathing—retracting towards their elbows when they inhaled and spreading to their fingertips when they exhaled.

The numbers on the monitoring screen stopped changing and stopped at 20%.

"Can you help him?" Su Wanqing asked.

Xiaoling closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering: "I need to get into his consciousness. But I need a guide, someone he has a deep emotional connection with."

Everyone looked at Su Wanqing. She stood up and pushed a chair next to the medical pod: "What do we do?"

“Hold our hands.” Xiaoyu reached out her hand. “Relax, like you did last time in the air-raid shelter.”

Su Wanqing sat down, holding Xiaoling in her left hand and Xiaoyu in her right.

The three girls' marks lit up simultaneously, forming a triangular light shield.

Su Wanqing felt a throbbing in her temples, and the fortress in front of her began to blur, like crumpled paper.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing on a vast, gray plain. In the distance, two figures were wrestling—one was Lin Che, wearing a light gray shirt, and the other was entirely blue with a blindingly bright gold left eye.

Sometimes they would huddle together and roll on the ground, and sometimes they would separate and smash each other with their fists and energy waves.

"Don't force it." Xiaoling's voice echoed in her mind. "Let him find his own balance." Su Wanqing walked forward, but it felt like she was walking on cotton, sinking into the dust with every step.

"Lin Che!" she cried, "Lin Che, listen to me!"

The two men who were wrestling paused. Lin Che, who was wearing a shirt, looked up, his face bearing bruises.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lan Ying grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground.

"It's not about you beating him!" Su Wanqing shouted again, "He's you too! You have to...you have to discuss things with him!"

Lan Ying's movements slowed. Lin Che, wearing a shirt, suddenly stopped struggling and reached out to press down on Lan Ying's wrist: "Can you hear me?"

Lan Ying released her grip and took two steps back. The two stood two meters apart, their chests heaving violently.

“I am you.” Blue Shadow’s voice was like the friction of metal, “the Weaver part of your body.”

"I know." Lin Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "But I don't want to be swallowed by you."

“I don’t want to be trapped by you either,” Lan Ying said. “We were meant to be together.”

Su Wanqing felt the gray soil beneath her feet changing. First, a few green shoots sprouted, and then a clear blue stream flowed between the two of them.

Lin Che reached out and touched the stream water, and Lan Ying also reached out, their hands coming together on the water's surface.

When Su Wanqing opened her eyes again, Xiaoling and Xiaoyu were supporting her arms.

Inside the medical pod, Lin Che's blue markings stopped crawling randomly and instead traced regular patterns along his arms and neck, like an unfinished starry sky.

The waveforms on the monitoring screen no longer clash, but instead intertwine into a smooth curve.

Lu Zhao stared at the genetic testing report, his throat bobbing: "55% human, 45% weaver. Stable."

Lin Che's eyelids twitched. He opened his eyes; his left eye was a bright gold, while his right eye remained brown.

“We’re back,” he said, his voice now carrying a metallic resonance.

Su Wanqing grasped his hand. Blue veins crawled up the back of his hand, wrapped around her fingers, and then slowly retreated.

"Are you still you?" she asked.

Lin Che smiled, the right corner of his mouth curving up as before: "Yes, and not entirely. I have more memories. The history of the weavers, their techniques."

He flexed his fingers, and Blue Vein obediently shrank to his elbow. "Now I can control it, it won't get out of control again."

An alarm suddenly went off. Xiao Ran rushed in, tablet in hand: "Military intelligence reports that the nuclear strike has been brought forward to 18 hours. They've abandoned the East and South districts; the streets are now teeming with mutated creatures and things that have fallen out of the rifts."

"There's also news about the 'Green Ark'." Xiao Ran swiped the tablet. "Three convoys are stuck at the East District checkpoint, with more than 500 civilians, including children and the elderly."

Lin Che propped himself up and sat up: "I can help. I'm in control now, nothing will happen."

Su Wanqing glanced at the countdown on the wall—17 hours and 53 minutes.

She turned to Xiao Ran: "You and Lu Zhao go to the northern shelter and keep an eye on the construction progress. Xiao Ling and Xiao Yu stay behind to monitor the time field. Lin Che and I will go to the eastern district."

“Okay.” Xiao Ran nodded. “I’ll contact Jiang Hui right away and have them prepare to make a backup.”

Lu Zhao stuffed the portable time stabilizer into Su Wanqing's backpack: "This thing can last for half an hour, use it sparingly."

Lin Che stood up, and blue patterns flowed across his arm like a breathing light.

Su Wanqing grabbed the holster and checked the magazine. The screams of mutated creatures echoed from outside the fortress, mixed with distant explosions.