Chapter 483: Chapter 483 A slap in the face comes as fast as a tornado_1
Ye Xingguang couldn’t be bothered to argue with Ji Qishu, she simply turned to Mr. Ye and said: “We will soon find out if Mr. Leng is able to save Tang Zhou. If Mr. Leng is able to save Tang Zhou, then he is not dead, and you will not hold a funeral for him. The decorations in the funeral hall will naturally cease to exist. If you do not believe me, count down thirty seconds. I predict that the funeral hall will change its appearance very quickly.”
Mr. Ye was skeptical, his gaze fixed on the portrait hanging over the funeral hall, his voice low and hopeful: “I hope so.”
Although the others did not necessarily believe Ye Xingguang’s words, they couldn’t help but glance upwards at the funeral hall, wishing that the solemn decorations could indeed disappear.
Only Ji Qishu responded: “Are you all crazy? Believing in Ye Xingguang’s nonsense. No matter whether you countdown thirty or one hundred and thirty seconds, funerals don’t simply change. If you don’t agree, I’ll count for you. Thirty, Twenty Nine, Twenty Eight, Twenty Seven, Twenty Six…”
Just as Ji Qishu was about to count twenty-five, a miracle happened!
The portrait of Tang Zhou that hung high in the funeral hall, suddenly disappeared!
Ji Qishu rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking he was hallucinating, but even the white mourning cloth that was hanging all over the hall had disappeared!
The funeral hall before his eyes, had reverted back to how it used to look before being decorated for the funeral!
Ji Qishu jumped up: “What’s happening? What is this?”
Before Ji Qishu could finish his sentence, his vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the funeral hall, but in a hospital room!
In the hospital room, it was not just him alone, but also Tang Xiao, Mo Fei, Fu Zhuo, Mu Nianbai, Mo Zhe, Ye Shiting, and Lin Nan…
The next second, Ji Qishu took a closer look, his best, best buddy was lying in a hospital bed!
Ji Qishu could not believe his eyes. He rubbed them vigorously, almost blinding himself, then pinched himself hard enough to make him jump. Even so, he still couldn’t believe that the bruised and battered person lying on the hospital bed was his buddy.
After staring blankly for three seconds, Ji Qishu lunged over to the bedside, reaching out to touch Tang Zhou’s face.
Seeing Ji Qishu about to touch Tang Zhou’s face, Leng Chenmo’s facial expression froze: “Don’t touch his face!”
“Is this… is this not a dream? Fu Zhuo, Mo Fei, tell me – am I dreaming? Is it really Tang Zhou, my buddy? His face is so battered I can hardly recognise it, you must see it for yourselves!”
Fu Zhuo was equally stunned, not believing the scene before his eyes.
“What’s going on here? Where’s the funeral hall? How did we end up in a hospital?” Fu Zhuo asked, looking at Ji Qishu. Just a moment ago, Ji Qishu was wearing a white mourning dress, but now he was changed into a festive red shirt.
Mo Fei crossed his arms and shook his head. However, upon seeing Tang Zhou lying unconscious in the bed, the usually stoic Mo Fei couldn’t hold back his tears– these were tears of joy.
Tang Xiao couldn’t hold back the tears welling up in his eyes. He tipped his face upward, trying to contain his tears, and suppressed his surging emotions to ask Leng Chenmo: “Leng Chenmo, what happened here? What happened after you ate the remorse pill?”
Leng Chenmo, holding Tang Zhou’s hand tightly, with his profound gaze fixed on the unconscious Tang Zhou in the bed, quietly replied: “We went back to yesterday afternoon, right before Tang Zhou’s car fell into the ravine. We saved him and took him to the hospital, but he’s been sleeping for a full day and night without waking up.”