I told the parents of the child about the situation and what the chances of success were, and I also mentioned it in passing.
Everything is risky, and it is for everyone's good to make it clear, and you have a number in your heart, so don't make a fuss when the time comes.
After listening to this, the couple was silent for a few seconds, and finally both of them looked at me at the same time and nodded.
At this point, the last tremor must be pushed through, or give up now, maybe their children will never wake up again because of a timid decision.
As a result, he can only lie in the hospital bed for the rest of his life, and he can't feel anything from the outside world, which is even more cruel to the child in front of him.
If I were their flower, I would choose not to think about anything now, just take one step at a time, and think about everything in a good way, and it is better to try it than to do nothing.
If the child wakes up, everyone is happy, and all the efforts are not in vain.
If the child really doesn't wake up in the end, it can only be said that the child's life is like this, everything is doomed, and no matter how much you try to change the ending, it will be in vain There are some parallel emotions in the eyes of the child's parents, and they are no longer as excited and expectant as before because they feel very hopeful.
Seeing the peace in their eyes, I felt that this was better, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and I would rather they feel that the hope is very slim, than that they would think that things will definitely work out.
Because if I really didn't wake up this child, I didn't want to see their disappointed and painful expressions, and then I would be very stressed.
However, it is hoped that they can think of the outcome as worse, even if the result is a little better than the outcome they are ready to accept, and it will be somewhat comforting in their hearts.
Everyone's opinion is unified, I should also start to let the child's soul return to its body, looking at the little soul with dull eyes at the end of the bed, I inexplicably have a trace of pity.
I cautiously walked to its side, and instead of reaching out to touch it immediately, I crouched down and looked at it quietly.
Because I don't want to frighten it, it's something that little Muzi has worked so hard to find back, and I have to protect it well.
Let it see me and slowly let down its guard, and then take the initiative to communicate with me, hoping to make it trust me, and then I will have a greater success rate in attracting its soul to try to return to the body.
When I crouched down, the little spirit turned its head to look at me violently, its eyes full of panic, but fortunately it didn't run away all at once, but curled up and stared at my face.
It stared at me, I stared at it, neither of us moving, nor talking, waiting for the other to make a move.
The parents of the children did not know what I was doing with the souls of their children, and neither of them dared to move, so they stood where they were, staring at the souls of me and their children who were squatting.
When I stared at each other for about five minutes, I was a very patient person, and since the little soul was already in front of me, I couldn't rush the rest, anyway, I just had to live with it, as long as it didn't run away again, then I would be fine if I kept watching it like this. aa2705221: