If Brian Cooper and the others had left a little later, they would have discovered that Nancy Stewart, whom they had just assumed was dead because he showed no signs of life, was now convulsing continuously, streaks of electricity flashing across his body. Nancy Stewart's clothes had already turned to ashes, but a dazzling light was shining on his chest, and all the electric arcs entwined around Nancy Stewart were converging there.

It seemed to be a pendant made from a meteorite, which suddenly shattered and merged into Nancy Stewart's skin. The flesh of Nancy Stewart, who had been burned by lightning over eighty percent of his body, suddenly began to squirm, and a new layer of skin slowly started to grow. Under the washing of the rain, some of the already charred skin was rinsed to the ground and, following the rainwater, disappeared to who knows where.

……

"Where is this?"

Nancy Stewart felt his eyelids were very heavy. He tried hard to open his eyes, but found he simply couldn't, and could only hear someone seemingly calling out by his ear. The voice sounded very far away, as if someone was calling his name, or maybe calling "brother." But Nancy Stewart felt so tired that, after listening in a daze for a while, he drifted back into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept before Nancy Stewart woke up again. This time, he could open his eyes. All he could see was white—the white walls, the white ceiling, and the white blanket covering him.

"Hospital?" Nancy Stewart was dazed for several minutes before his consciousness seemed to return to his body. He realized he was lying on his side on the hospital bed, which made him very uncomfortable. He tried to move his body, and fortunately, it seemed he could. Nancy Stewart turned himself to lie flat again.

"Ouch!" As soon as Nancy Stewart lay flat, he felt a sharp pain in his back, so intense that his barely recovered consciousness almost faded again. The stabbing pain all over his back made Nancy Stewart wish he could just pass out once more.

"Brother, brother, you're awake?" Emily Stewart's voice sounded at the bedside. She had just been dozing in the chair, and when she heard her brother's voice, she thought she was dreaming. Only when she opened her eyes did she realize that her brother had really woken up.

"Turn... turn..." Nancy Stewart had no strength left in his body. He moved his lips, wanting his sister to help him turn over.

"Food? Brother, you're hungry?" Emily Stewart said with delight, "I was dieting tonight, so there's half a bowl of porridge left. I'll feed it to you right now."

"What the hell would I eat for?" Nancy Stewart cursed in his heart, almost fainting from anger at his sister. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Doc... doctor!"

"Oh, right, you should call the doctor when you wake up. Brother, wait a moment." Emily Stewart hurriedly pressed the call button on the wall.

It was more than half an hour later when the doctor came to help Nancy Stewart turn over and check his heart rate and consciousness. Before leaving, the doctor instructed Emily Stewart that Nancy Stewart could try to eat some liquid food to help boost his resistance.

Hearing the doctor's words, Nancy Stewart immediately felt his stomach rumbling with hunger. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious or how he had been brought to the hospital. All Nancy Stewart remembered was that after his close encounter with the power distribution box, his consciousness had ascended... no, he had passed out.

"Damn it, do I have some kind of disaster magnet constitution?" Nancy Stewart was more than a little depressed. A few years ago, it was a car accident, and now it had escalated to electrocution. Was there some other misfortune waiting for him next?

After drinking the half bowl of porridge his sister had left, Nancy Stewart felt he had regained a bit of strength—at least his throat wasn't so dry anymore. But he still couldn't control his body; at most, he could only lift his arm.

"Cell... cellphone." Nancy Stewart said to his sister.

"Brother, just rest. Why do you need your phone?" Emily Stewart shook her head and said, "The doctor said you shouldn't tire yourself out. You need to rest and recuperate now."

"Wh... what day is it today?" Nancy Stewart managed to say a complete sentence. He wanted to know how long he had been unconscious.

"Today is June 10th. The college entrance exam just finished," Emily Stewart said. "Brother, you were in a coma for twenty-six days. I... I couldn't find Dad, and you... you really scared me."

She had been busy just now and hadn't had time to feel sad, but now that things were quiet, she suddenly felt afraid. Although she was usually carefree, when it came to her brother's life and death, Emily Stewart had stayed in the hospital for more than twenty days. Facing her brother, who had remained unconscious, Emily Stewart had been under tremendous pressure. Now, she couldn't help but lay her head on the bedside and cry.

"Don't... don't cry. How... how did I get to the hos... hospital?" Nancy Stewart reached out to touch his sister's hair. He knew his sister was always big-hearted and would never stay sad for more than three minutes. As long as he distracted her, the matter would be over.

"Brother, let me tell you, it's all thanks to Uncle Miller. If it weren't for Uncle Miller, you probably wouldn't have made it to the hospital alive." Sure enough, as soon as Nancy Stewart spoke, Emily Stewart's attention shifted. She wiped her tears, lifted her head, and started chattering away.