Don't think of rebirth.

As soon as Fan Ziran got out of school today, he picked up his schoolbag and rushed to the bicycle garage.

He had sent a message to Liu Siyuan during his lunch break, saying that he would not be going there today as he had to go home to revise his plan.

Of course, the main reason was that he wanted to try the trick that Gu Qinghuan had just taught him on his father!

Fan Ziran had even thought about it. Not only would he tell her, he would also go to his father's bedroom, take out his mother's photo, and then tell her while holding the photo frame!

Gu Qinghuan could only shake his head after hearing this and sighed, "Shrimp and pork heart."

Fan Ziran rode his mountain bike, blending in with the crowd of people leaving school and rushing home quickly. Thinking of the "duel" that was about to take place, he felt his adrenaline secretion accelerating.

He soon arrived at the door of his house, hurriedly parked his mountain bike in the yard, and rushed into the house.

At the same time, he also saw the leather shoes at the entrance.

Fan Ziran's face fell instantly. Usually, Fan Yicheng would not go home until after six o'clock, but sometimes he would come back early. It seemed that today happened to be the day he went home early.

Fan Ziran thought about it, took off his shoes, put his feet into Fan Yicheng's shoes, and felt it with his big toe.

Although my perception of temperature is not very keen because of the socks, it still seems to be a little warm?

Fan Ziran quickly retracted his big toe and rubbed it twice on the floor mat at the entrance of the hallway in disgust, as if he was afraid of being infected by the bacteria in Fan Yicheng's shoes.

It seems that dad just came home and the heat in his shoes hasn't dissipated yet.

Fan Ziran quietly closed the door and walked in his slippers, being very careful.

He decided to find out where Fan Yicheng was first. If his father just came back to get something and would be leaving soon, then he would hide in his room.

After Fan Yicheng left, he sneaked into the bedroom and took out his mother's photo.

If Dad comes back and refuses to leave... well, there's nothing we can do. Although the deterrent effect will be reduced without Mom's photo, we can still continue the performance.

Fan Ziran thought so as he walked through the corridor and looked at the living room, balcony, kitchen... There was no one on the first floor, so it seemed that they were in the bedroom on the second floor.

He walked up the stairs lightly again, and the first place he passed was Fan Yicheng's bedroom, the door of which was half open.

He put his ear against the wall and listened for a long time but heard no sound. Puzzled, he moved to the door and looked inside through the crack.

The first thing I saw was the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains opened a little. The bed was not smooth and the quilt was not lifted up, but there were indentations on the quilt.

Fan Ziran thought that maybe Fan Yicheng had done something while sitting by the bed before.

Where is Dad now? There is no one in the room, not even a sound.

He wanted to go somewhere else, but suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity! If he didn't go get his mother's photo now, when would he?

Fan Ziran immediately opened the door and walked towards the bedside table. Just as he was about to pick up the photo frame, his eyes inadvertently swept to the side and suddenly froze.

In the area between the bed and the French window, he saw a familiar figure lying face down and motionless.

For a moment, Fan Ziran felt that he could not hear any sound in his ears and his head was buzzing.

He seemed to have opened his mouth, but he didn't know whether he shouted out anything or not. Even his consciousness seemed to have left his body.

When he came to his senses, he had already crawled to Fan Yicheng's side, and he could not use any strength in his hands.

He wanted to pull at Fan Yicheng's clothes, but his fingers curled up and unclenched, and he could do nothing except create wrinkles in the fabric.

Who... who will come... who can...

Fan Ziran felt dizzy, shivering and gasping for breath until he heard a familiar ringtone.

He almost regarded the ringtone as a life-saving straw. He grabbed his cell phone reflexively and pressed it several times before his shaking fingers pressed the green answer button.

Before the other party could speak, he shouted: "Help, my dad, my dad -"

His throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say anything.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke in a steady and calm tone: "Fan Ziran, do as I say. Put the phone on the ground and press the speakerphone."

Fan Ziran almost threw his phone to the ground and pressed the hands-free button several times before it succeeded.

"Raise your right hand in front of your eyes and look at your right hand."

"Raise your left hand again and use your left index finger to touch your right thumb."

"Okay, next is the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger."

"Reverse this and use your right index finger this time. Start with your left pinky finger and work backwards to touch the five fingers of your left hand."

Fan Ziran's hands were shaking violently at first, but when his gaze shifted from his right hand to his left hand and his right index finger touched the five fingers of his left hand, his hands had become much steadier.

"Are you calm down?" The voice in the microphone was still steady and powerful.

"I, I'm feeling better..." Fan Ziran regained his hoarse voice.

"What happened? Let's get to the point. What happened to your father?" Gu Qinghuan spoke faster.

The reason I maintained a constant speed was to let Fan Ziran calm down.

Although more than a minute had passed since the call was connected, letting Fan calm down naturally would be more conducive to handling the situation than rushing him anxiously.

"I came back and found him lying on the ground." Fan Ziran regained some of his rationality and his mind became much clearer.

He did not try to turn Fan Yicheng's body over, but turned Fan Yicheng's head to make sure his father's breathing was still normal.

"He seems to be breathing fine, but he is unconscious." Fan Ziran said.

Gu Qinghuan sent a location-sharing request to Fan Ziran on WeChat, and Fan Ziran subconsciously clicked to confirm. Gu Qinghuan then used the phone handed to him by a passenger next to him to dial 120.

After the call was connected, she quickly reported the shared location and used her own mobile phone to ask Fan Ziran for his specific house number.

"…This is the address. Please send a car immediately. Also, there should be a red mountain bike parked in front of his house or in the yard, which can serve as a landmark."

"It was only about a quarter of an hour after our school was over, so the parent was unconscious for at least a quarter of an hour."

"There are no obvious injuries. His breathing is normal, but he is in a coma. His medical history is uncertain for the time being."

"I'll be there right away. The phone you used to call 120 belongs to someone else. Please contact me later. My phone number is..."

Gu Qinghuan hung up the phone, hurriedly thanked the passenger, and took out a bag of konjac from his pocket and stuffed it into the other party: "Sorry, this is all I have. Thank you for lending me your phone to make a call."

After saying that, she ran off the bus while it stopped and hailed a taxi to go to Fan Ziran's house.

The passengers on the bus looked at Gu Qinghuan as she ran away, and then looked at the passengers who had been stuffed with konjac by her.

The latter quickly stuffed the konjac into her pocket and said, what are you looking at? This is a souvenir of her good deed!