Professor Meng’s Soul

The person who entered was none other than Li Lu.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the exhausted appearance of Li Lu and couldn’t help but tighten his fingers, holding onto little Wanwan tightly.

Wanwan looked up, blinked her eyes slowly, and scratched her chubby cheeks. She turned her head to look at Xia Zhihuai’s solemn expression, unsure whether she should interject.

“As long as you can help my wife wake up, I can take over your case and help you fight for custody rights.”

Li Lu heard most of the conversation from outside.

He had been reluctant to believe in supernatural phenomena before, but with Meng Zhizhen being in a coma for such a long time and the hospital unable to diagnose the cause, he was starting to lose hope.

In the face of such a bleak outlook, people tend to deviate from their usual behavior and choose to believe in something intangible.

Just like a drowning person, they would do everything in their power to grasp the last straw of salvation.