475 Coma

"She's in the hospital. Critical care unit." Mo Wu rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

"Is she… I heard she's in a coma," prompted Tang Wulin, hoping it wasn't true.

Mo Wu's face contorted in grief. His entire body sagged, the weight of the world upon his shoulders. "The medics managed to preserve her life but we don't know when she'll wake up."

The familiar sensation of drowning was back, yet Tang Wulin pushed it to the far recesses of his mind. This was no time to lose himself to sorrow. But he couldn't ignore the fact that the brain was an extremely complicated and weak organ. Unlike soul masters, ordinary people did not have the luxury of spiritual power to protect their brains. It would take a miracle for Mo Lan's brain to recover completely from the abuse it had sustained.

"The doctors and soul master medics can't do anything?" Tang Wulin asked, grasping for any straws.