My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Medicine delivery begins.

This time, Lin Mo felt an unprecedented strain.

His mental strength is clearly stronger than before.

Consciousness has also become more refined.

But when he connected with Yin Xue's magic circle and opened the rift to another world.

The invisible resistance is like viscous asphalt.

It made every inch of his advance incredibly difficult, as if something was preventing him from leaving.

What's worse is the rate at which the medicine is being consumed.

As soon as the large mass of Qingyuan medicinal liquid entered the passage, the outer layer of spiritual energy surrounding the liquid began to peel off frantically.

The medicinal liquid evaporates and dissipates at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and compressed all his mental energy again and again.

not enough.

It's still not enough.

When that familiar smell of disinfectant pierced through my hazy senses.

As the outline of the ward gradually became clear in my mind.

He looked down at the small ball of liquid being supported by his spiritual power.

It's only the size of a table tennis ball now.

This was the potion he received after reaching level 50 and his mental strength had exceeded 100,000 points.

The dosage was only slightly better than the first time the medicine was delivered.

He had no time to think and dared not delay any longer.

The consciousness swept across the ward, precisely delivering the pale green essence into the familiar glass on the bedside table.

I watched the medicine dissolve in the glass of water with my own eyes.

Only then did he relax from that extremely tense state.

Only then did I have time to see what was happening in the ward.

Zhou Xiaomei lay on her side in the hospital bed, asleep.

Her face was thinner than before.

The contours of her cheekbones were clearly visible beneath her pale skin, her eye sockets were slightly sunken, and her lips were dry and chapped.

The IV needle was still stuck in the back of her hand, where the veins were bulging.

The transparent liquid dripped slowly and stubbornly into her withered veins.

The electrocardiogram monitor by the bedside emitted a regular, soft beeping sound.

She was sleeping soundly, but her brows were still furrowed, as if she was enduring something even in her dreams.

She unconsciously clenched the corner of the blanket in her sleep, crumpling it into a ball.

Lin Mo stood by the bed; the ethereal consciousness had no weight and no temperature.

He couldn't tuck the crumpled blanket around his mother, nor could he smooth the deep frown between her brows.

He just watched quietly.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the small chair next to the hospital bed.

That's not a bed.

It's just a folding chair; you can barely sit down, and lying down is practically a luxury.

But at that moment, his father, Lin Feng, was curled up on top of it.

The old, dark gray coat draped over his shoulders had slipped halfway down, revealing faded blue overalls underneath.

His body was bent to the side, and his legs were bent.

Because the chair is too short, the soles of the feet can only dangle outside the chair.

One hand was under his head, and the other was hanging over the edge of the chair, his fingers still holding the phone.

The phone screen had long since gone dark.

He fell asleep.

His breathing was heavy, with a nasal tone indicating overwork.

The ward was quiet.

The only sound was the distant honking of cars from some unknown street outside the window.

Lin Mo stood between the hospital bed and the accompanying chair for a long time.

He remembered the day his mother was diagnosed.

His father stood at the end of the hospital corridor, his back to him, but he didn't make a sound.

He recalled that after that day, he rarely saw his father anymore.

The two worked long hours, saving their money in that bank card.

Lin Mo gazed quietly at the two sleeping faces.

Then he spoke.

He ultimately did not wake the two of them.

He just murmured something.

"Mom and Dad, I will definitely come back."

The moment those four words were uttered.

An immense and irresistible suction force suddenly swept in from behind!

It wasn't the exhaustion of mental depletion I used to feel.

Instead, it's tearing.

It seemed like something was eagerly trying to pull him into the passage!

The force was so domineering that Lin Mo didn't even have time to look back at the ward before his consciousness was forcibly dragged away.

The world spun around, and all the light and sound were compressed into a sharp buzzing sound in an instant!

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

In the past, every time I was teleported back after my mental energy was exhausted, it felt like I had swum to my limit and finally sank due to exhaustion.

This time, however, he didn't run out of energy at all.

Lin Mo was very reluctant to leave home, as his trip home was extremely short.

boom!

As consciousness returned, a heavy feeling of body and soul reuniting struck every part of my body.

Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

Before me stood the dome of a magnificent house.

The air was filled with the faint smell of blood left by the blood.

And the lingering sweet aroma of the cream cake residue on Mianmian's paws.

Lin Mo is back.

My muscles were tense all over, and my back was soaked in cold sweat.

Lin Mo subconsciously pressed the hilt of the black sword at his waist.

His breathing was heavy, as if he had just been pulled from deep water.

"what?"

Yin Xue was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding a cake bigger than her own head in her small hands, with cream still on the corner of her mouth.

She saw Lin Mo open his eyes, his bloodshot eyes blinking, looking completely bewildered.

"You're back so soon?"

She handed the cake to the side, and Mianmian immediately hugged it and started eating it.

"Your round trip was much faster than I expected..."

At this point, Yin Xue paused.

Because she saw Lin Mo's eyes.

That wasn't the calm, slightly weary feeling that comes after successfully delivering the medicine.

Rather, it was a sense of confusion and a touch of solemnity.

Mianmian also stopped eating the cake and tilted her head.

Eight compound eyes looked at Lin Mo with a puzzled expression.

Lin Mo slowly loosened the hilt of his sword, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"This time it's not right."

His voice was somewhat low and hoarse.

Yin Xue put away his joking expression and flew closer.

"What happened? The medicine hasn't been delivered?"

"It's been delivered."

Lin Mo gestured as he spoke.

"But they only sent this much."

Yin Xue frowned: "You've reached level 50, your mental strength is much higher than before, so you should be able to send over even more. How could this be..."

"The consumption rate is several times faster than last time."

Lin Mo interrupted her.

"It's not my problem. I feel like something is preventing me from leaving. My mental energy started to deplete rapidly as soon as I entered the passage, as if it was being drained away."

Yin Xue fell silent.

Her blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, her index finger and thumb rubbing her chin as she listened carefully to Lin Mo's words.

"besides,"

Lin Mo continued.

"This time, it wasn't that I couldn't hold on and was brought back; it was that I was dragged back. Before I could even finish speaking, that suction came, so violently, without any buffer. Before, it felt like I was swimming back, but this time it felt like..."

The stone chamber was silent for a few seconds.

Yin Xue did not immediately refute or tease.

She lowered her head, her blood-red hair hanging down to cover half of her face, as if she were quickly searching through the spatial knowledge she had accumulated over hundreds of years.

After a long while, she raised her head, her expression somewhat complicated.

"If I'm not mistaken, this sudden occurrence is either divine intervention or the laws of this world preventing you from doing so."