By noon, Lu Lin had reported all the necessary information and left the hospital room to have lunch with his parents.
Meng Yu carefully checked Lu Lin's arm and shoulder and was relieved to see there were no wounds left.
The assassination incident involving the artist made Meng Yu and Lu Ping realize how different Lu Lin had become.
He was no longer the child who used to run around behind them.
But they were still worried. He had just awakened and it was already so dangerous. Wouldn't the future dangers he was going to face on alien planets, even on Exotic Battlefields, be ten or a hundred times more terrifying?
"Son, your mother is having some regrets now."
"I would rather you, like Da Xiang and Wang Juan, not awaken at all. Stay peacefully by our side, get married, and have children. That would be better than leading such a dangerous life, full of fights and crises."
"Son, can your talent...be turned off?"
Lu Lin shook his head.