Many nurses at the hospital were fans of Jiang Qin.

When they heard she was coming to perform, they were all incredibly excited.

So now that they saw her in person, they all secretly activated their Light Computers’ camera modes, quietly recording the event.

"I never thought I’d actually have the chance to hear Miss Jiang Qing sing live! I couldn’t sleep at all last night."

"Me too. Ever since she blew up on Blue Star, it’s been almost impossible to get a seat at the bar."

"Miss Jiang Qing is really the most approachable S-level female I’ve ever seen. No wonder so many people like her."

"But can a large-scale soothing session like this really be effective? Isn’t it a huge hassle?"

It was, after all, quite a hassle to dismantle and move so many Medical Pods.

"Whether it’s effective or not, we have to give it a try. After all, it’s not easy to get an S-level female to come."

Generally, S-level females don’t have time to come to hospitals for soothing sessions unless an official directive is issued.

They’d rather go to military sanatoriums to build their reputation and curry favor than choose a public hospital.

That’s why it was so difficult to get an S-level female to visit.

Regardless of the outcome, it at least offered a glimmer of hope.

Many of these patients, who had been comatose for a long time, had already been given up on by their families. Only the hospital was still trying every possible way to save them.

However, their medical expenses were being covered by their respective military corps.

Since this was just an experiment, neither the director nor the Medical Masters were one hundred percent certain that Jiang Qin’s singing would be effective.

Therefore, they had only announced today’s event internally and had not informed the patients’ families.

This was to avoid a situation where high hopes led to even greater disappointment.

To prevent any rumors from spreading, they hadn’t said a word about what happened in the patient’s room yesterday.

After all, their belief that her singing was the reason for that patient’s awakening was just a theory; there was no concrete evidence.

This event was more of a test to verify that theory.

If it worked, that would be for the best. If not, it didn’t matter; they would just consider it a large-scale soothing session.

...

Jiang Qin hadn’t dressed up for the occasion. She wore a simple, light pink dress and sat down in the chair the hospital had prepared for her.

A piano was set up in front of her.

Without any opening remarks, she simply raised her hands and began to play.

The melody was gentle and serene, yet deeply affectionate.

"Some light fireworks, some chase the evening wind

Borrowing a wisp of time to hold a sea of stars

...

The world gifts me the chirp of crickets, and it gifts me thunder, too

It gifts me a crescent moon, and the evening stars, too

It gifts me an illness, then lets me slowly heal to the chime of a wind bell

..."

It was "What the World Gave Me," a song that allowed the listener to feel the warmth of the world.

And at that moment, she brought that warmth to everyone there.

"...gifts me a name, and an age that quietly grows..." someone murmured the lyrics, feeling their heart inexplicably soften.

Even the Medical Masters, who had long considered their hearts to be cold and rational, found their eyes silently turning red.

’So this world, which seemed so hopeless to them, was a world to be grateful for in someone else’s eyes?’

’Perhaps their own outlook was too pessimistic, leading them to see the world so differently.’

Few who worked in the hospital did so without a heavy heart.

But now, they felt a sense of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts.

Just by listening to a single song, they felt their bodies fill with strength, their spirits revitalized.

As for the Medical Masters in charge of monitoring the patients’ conditions, they could barely contain their delight.

They covered their mouths, not daring to cry out, shaking with silent excitement.

The director noticed something was amiss at a glance. He hurried over to one of them and asked in a low voice, "What is it? Is something wrong with one of the patients?"

"Director, there’s... there’s a fluctuation!"

"Let me see!"

The Medical Master quickly stepped aside, allowing the director to approach the machine and view the data.

Seeing the clear mental fluctuations on the screen, the director said, "Good, good, good!" his voice choked with emotion.

Without wasting a moment, he moved on to check the next Medical Pod.

Unfortunately, not every patient would awaken from a single song.

But the director wasn’t disappointed. He continued to check them one by one.

The final result was that a small number of the unconscious patients were showing faint mental fluctuations once more.

Even though it was only a small number, the director still saw hope for these patients to awaken.

’Right now, he wished he could sign a long-term contract with Jiang Qin.’

’However, he knew that was impossible. The most he could hope for was to occasionally invite her back for a few small concerts.’

...

By now, Jiang Qin was on stage singing her third song.

It was a once-popular song titled "Invisible Wings."

"Every time

I stand strong in lonely wandering

Every time

even when badly hurt

I don’t let a single tear show..."

Her voice, sweet yet resilient, spread throughout the grand plaza.

Wen Hao, who had been lost in darkness for so long, felt a voice more beautiful than any Mermaid Gene female’s reach his ears.

’What is that...?’

’It sounds like... she’s singing for me...’

"I’ve always had a pair of invisible wings

That take me flying

Flying past despair..."

The lines were repeated several times, and Wen Hao, his consciousness still in a haze, dimly felt that he, too, had a pair of transparent wings.

’I have to fly. I have to leave this place. I have to... see who’s singing?’

’But his wings wouldn’t fly. He couldn’t break free from the darkness.’

BEEP BEEP BEEP—

The sharp blare of an alarm, signaling abnormal fluctuations, rang out across the grand plaza.

"What’s happening?"

"Quick, the patient’s condition is abnormal! Get them to the ICU, now!"

The medical staff scrambled into action.

But there was order in the chaos as they systematically prepared for emergency treatment.

The singing from the stage stopped. Jiang Qin watched the scene below with concern, unsure of what had gone wrong.

No one had time to explain the situation to her.

Everyone was busy arranging emergency treatment for five patients.

Finally, a nurse came up and politely asked her to take a break, at which point she left the makeshift stage.

"Miss Jiang, please don’t worry. I heard it might actually be a good thing. Those patients are probably about to wake up."

Hearing this, Jiang Qin breathed a sigh of relief. "That’s good."

’As long as nothing bad happened.’

"Why don’t you rest for a moment? I’ll go ask the director if he wants you to continue. Is that all right?"

"All right, go ahead and ask."

Since Yun Xie and the other two were still in their Medical Pods, only Long Hao was by her side.

He handed her a glass of warm water and said reassuringly, "Don’t overthink it. It’s definitely not a bad thing. And even if it were, it would have nothing to do with you.

If you’re tired, we can just head back first. We can talk to the director after he’s finished."

"I’m fine. To be honest, I’m also very curious to see if my soothing can really wake these patients."

Long Hao said nothing, but in his mind, he was silently preparing a contingency plan.