She hadn't held much expectation from the system, but she still gave a slight nod. "If that's the case," she said calmly, "then I'll wait for the admin's response."
[Understood, Host. I'll pass along the message immediately,] the system replied.
For the next half month, Su Jiyai immersed herself in her research. Her sleepless nights were spent refining the formula that might finally awaken her mother.
Dozens of failures had hardened her patience, yet she refused to stop. Every adjustment, every note in her journal, carried her hope forward by a fraction.
Then, one quiet morning, a change occurred.
When her mother drank the new formula in her comatose state, her fingers twitched slightly. The faintest flutter of movement spread through her limbs.
More importantly, her heartbeat, once sluggish and irregular, barely a whisper in time, grew steadier, like a faint clock ticking back to life.
Su Jiyai froze in disbelief, then hurried closer, her pulse racing.
