How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

Qingcheng Hospital.

In a ward, a woman in her forties, with an intellectual and elegant demeanor, was sitting beside the bed. She was holding a mobile phone in her hand. Judging from the style of the phone case, it should be an anime-related product that only young people would buy.

The doctor said that a familiar voice or thing would be needed to wake the patient up. The woman and her husband kept calling their son's name, but to no avail. Finally, they tried opening their son's cell phone to see what familiar things were to him.

There are many photos and some videos in the album, which were taken by her son during his travels over the years. Looking at the boy in the video, smiling in front of the camera and leaving words he wanted to say to her and her husband, the woman's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

She knew that she had never owed anything to her husband, her colleagues, or her country, the only thing she owed was her son.

Lifting the frame of her glasses to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, the woman continued to flip through the pages and found that there were not many apps in her son's phone. The most frequently opened one was a novel app, and there were only a few male-oriented political and intrigue novels in it. One of them was titled "The Powerful Minister", and her son actually topped the reward list.

A completed novel of 10 million words.

It seems that he has been following the serial for a long time and really likes this novel.

The woman flipped through the book and discovered that the villain in the novel had the same name as her son.

"This kid... could he have traveled through time?" The woman couldn't help but mutter, then shook her head with a wry smile, "How could I believe such an unreliable statement..."

Since Ze'er likes this book so much, if we play this novel for him to listen to, will it wake him up?

The woman fumbled with the software and finally tried to open the audiobook function of the novel.

A cold narration voice sounded.

"In the 78th year of Jian'an, cicadas were chirping and the sun was blazing. On the wide official road, a horse was seen coming at full speed, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves was flying wildly under the blazing sun.

The young man on the horse was wearing a moon-white brocade robe. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his handsome eyebrows revealed his outstanding temperament.

Shen Yuan pulled the reins and looked up at the towering city gate in front of him. The red lacquered gate was dazzling in the sunlight, and the word "Beijing" was hung high above it, with powerful strokes, revealing the majesty of the emperor..."

"Jingcheng, I'm back."

The EEG detection device suddenly made a sharp and piercing sound, "Ding--Ding!"

The woman was startled and her body trembled slightly. She subconsciously looked at the young man at the head of the bed, only to see that the handsome young man who had fallen into a coma suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his hands on the bed and pounded them, as if he wanted to turn over, but because of the wounds on his body, he ultimately failed.

"H-!" He breathed deeply and touched his face. "Are you back?"

The woman's eyes widened, and the next moment she burst into tears. She stood up and hugged the young man, "Zer! You finally woke up!"

"..." Xie Chengze opened his lips, feeling the warmth coming from the woman. He blinked and asked tentatively, "Mom?"

"It's mommy, mommy is back, you're back too, wuwuwu..." The woman cried loudly and choked with tears, "Hiccup, mommy, mommy, go call a doctor!"

The woman pressed the call bell and ran to the door, looking around from time to time, her eyes fixed on Xie Chengze, fearing that he would faint again. "Ze'er, hold on! Don't fall asleep!"

The patient in the bed next to him also looked over. The little girl in hospital gown pointed at Xie Chengze and said happily, "My handsome brother is awake!"

Xie Chengze turned his head and smiled at the girl, then retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and clenched his fingers slightly.

He's really back.

This sense of reality, and the faint smell of disinfectant in the ward...

A complex smile flashed across his eyes, and he turned his head to look at his mother and doctor who were hurriedly running to the door, but another handsome face emerged in his mind.

Is he doing well over there...?

Will you miss him?

He will anyway.

Find a painter to frame a portrait for him when you have time, burn incense for him every year, and wish him a long life and good health~~~

Hehehe~I am such a good person!