I can rewind time to prevent death

Wan Shouguang just smirked, not saying a word.

Wan Cong looked at the roast chicken in front of him and quickly started with both hands, tearing the chicken meat off and stuffing it into his mouth voraciously.

Soon, only the chicken carcass remained from half of the chicken.

At this moment, Liu Jialan had run to the kitchen to fetch the dumplings.

Wan Shouguang sat down again opposite Wan Cong and repeated the conversation from before: "Son, what do you remember at the end?"

Wan Cong shook his head: "Pain, intense pain, and nothing else... I don't remember."

"When you woke up, you were lying in the soil, aren't you curious about that?" Wan Shouguang pondered for a moment before asking.

Wan Cong looked at him, said nothing, and after a moment, continued shaking his head.

By this time, Liu Jialan had brought out the dumplings.

"Hurry up and eat, have a bath and rest after you finish. You're very confused," Wan Shouguang said, pointing at the dumplings.

Liu Jialan was now full of energy, sitting on the other side of Wan Cong, smiling as she watched him gobble down dumplings, which he finished in no time.

She reached out and touched the back of Wan Cong's hand, and then her expression turned to surprise: "Shouguang, our child's body is still very cold; is he sick?"

Wan Shouguang waved his hand lightly, signaling her not to speak for the time being.

"Go upstairs and take a bath in your room," he said to his son.

Wan Cong nodded, stood up with a numb expression, and walked toward the stairs.

It was only then that the couple realized that their son's left leg was shorter, causing him to limp, which also explained the uneven muddy footprints on the floor.

They knew very well that this was because of the leg bone fracture Wan Cong had suffered in the car accident; apart from that, his heart had also been punctured by broken ribs.

He limped up the stairs, and into his own room.

"I'll go get him some clothes to change into," said Liu Jialan, eagerly preparing to go upstairs.

At that moment, Wan Shouguang gently grabbed her shoulder, glanced at the second floor, withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the somewhat baffled Liu Jialan before he carefully said, "Our son... has no heartbeat."

"Ah!" Liu Jialan exclaimed in shock, staring at her husband, "Didn't you say he could be resurrected? He's already resurrected, standing right in front of us alive and well, how could he have no heartbeat?"

Wan Shouguang shook his head, motioning Liu Jialan to come over to the sofa in the living room, and whispered: "I was prepared for this. That is to say, our son, after being resurrected, is different from ordinary people. I deliberately asked him some questions earlier; he doesn't remember much about recent events, but he remembers this home, recognizes you and me, and knows where his bedroom is."

Sounds of water being drawn for a bath faintly came from upstairs.

Wan Shouguang pointed upwards and continued: "He also remembers how to run a hot bath."

"But, our son has no heartbeat," Liu Jialan said with a choking voice, "So what is our son right now, is he a normal person?"

Wan Shouguang shook his head again: "Let's define it this way, a living dead person. I hope you, like me, are prepared for this. As long as our son can live well by our side, lead a normal life, and carry on, I will be satisfied."

Liu Jialan muttered to herself: "Living... dead... person?!"

For a moment, she couldn't say another word.

The two stood there for a short while, Wan Shouguang supporting her shoulder, gradually helping her sit down on the sofa, consoling: "You must acknowledge this, our son is different now, but everything else should be unchanged. Maybe his silence just then was also because he can't accept what has happened abruptly. We must recognize this before he does, and properly guide him, helping him to reacquaint himself with who he is."

"If he, if he is a... living dead person, then can he digest all the food he just ate?" Liu Jialan suddenly asked.

"I don't know," Wan Shouguang shook his head, and after a moment, squeezed out four words, "Probably... he can't."

Just as the two were in a daze, a voice came from the second floor.

"Mom, where are my pajamas?"

The couple looked up at the second floor with a start, Liu Jialan immediately lowered her head, diverting her gaze, and responded: "Son, mom has put away your pajamas, they're not in the wardrobe, but in the storage box outside, open it and you'll find them if you just search a bit."

After a pause, Liu Jialan, still with her head down, said, "Why don't you take your bath first, mom will come up in a bit to help you find it..."

"Okay," said Wan Cong, who was standing on the second-floor corridor, calmly nodding his head before turning into his bedroom.

At this moment, he was bare, wearing nothing at all.

The absence of clothing revealed his fatal injuries, a grotesque and stitched scar across his chest, and the wound on his thigh where the muscle was turned inside out, yet there was no blood.

Liu Jialan turned her head to look at Wan Shouguang, who was also shifting his gaze towards her; as their eyes met, they both felt indescribable weirdness inside.

The day their son had the car accident, he was 18 years and 5 months old, already an adult.

And yet he was now walking around the house completely unclothed...

"Maybe he can't accept what has happened, and that's why he's behaving abnormally," guessed Wan Shouguang, then he instructed, "You go tidy up the dining area and the kitchen, and I'll help him find his pajamas."

...

It was the fourth day of forum exchanges.

During these four days, Yan Junze followed Professor Di Zhiwen around for two days, participated in three symposiums, and helped organize several speeches.

During this period, Di Zhiwen, fearing that he would be too bored with these activities since Yan Junze was still a student, allowed him a day off every other day to wander and have fun in the city on his own.