"Maybe only when you are lying quietly, can I have the courage to talk to you! I know we haven't known each other for a long time, but there is always a feeling of deja vu!"

"Fate is something that is really hard to say sometimes!"

"Some people are like a shooting star, shining for a while, but I don't want you to appear in my life for a moment like a shooting star! I like you, maybe you don't believe it, but I just like it!"

"If you don't speak, I will consider you agree. If you don't agree, you have to get up and reject me! It's useless to lie down, you have to get up, otherwise I will consider you acquiescing!"

"By the way, I have learned a new song. I will sing it to you. If you think it sounds good, you can open your eyes. If you think it doesn't sound good, you can get up and teach me how to sing!"

After finishing speaking, he began to sing the song "Little Dimple" beside the hospital bed, because Lan Wancheng felt that this song was tailor-made for Yang Ruiting.

He sang when he was about to forget himself, but he didn't realize that Yang Ruiting's finger moved slightly on the hospital bed.

Didi-didi-!

The beeping sound also started to come from the instrument next to it, which indicated that the cerebral cortex had really responded.

"Doctor...doctor��!"

Lan Wancheng suddenly raised his head and exclaimed towards the door.

The little nurse who was passing by heard the sound and ran over quickly, and saw the testing instrument on the table beeping constantly, and ran out to find a doctor.

After a while, a doctor in a white coat came in from outside the door.

"The brain actually reacted, what did you just do?!"

The doctor looked at Lan Wancheng in surprise and said.

He spread his hands slightly: "Just... just sing..."

"Quick! Keep singing!"

"Oh! ok ok!"

He hurriedly continued to sing again, and the nurses and doctors immediately covered their ears after hearing it.

"There is a reaction! It's really the effect of this song!"

The doctor in a white coat looked at the scene on the screen and said excitedly: "This is simply a medical miracle! Don't stop singing!"

Casually, he turned his head and quickly covered his ears and muttered: "Oh, my god, this fucking singing is really worse than killing a pig. It's really possible to sing even a vegetable to life! Go directly to apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine Award!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

The little nurse next to her had been covering her ears tightly and said helplessly.

The signal fluctuated more and more on the monitor on the table, indicating that Yang Ruiting's brain response had recovered a little.

At this time, the little nurse covered her ears and saw Yang Ruiting's little finger moving slightly on the hospital bed, and exclaimed, "Wake up! She's awake!"

Yang Ruiting slowly opened her eyes at this moment, and took a few deep breaths of air.

Many years later, she joked about this matter, and laughed from time to time, saying that although Lan Wancheng's singing was a bit ugly, it became her light at that time.

When she was in a coma, she felt that there was endless darkness all around, and she could only hear Lan Wancheng's singing. It was a bit ugly, but at least it made her feel that she was not alone.

Of course, these are things to come. JrNovels.com