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The glass door of the Rehabilitation Center reflected the morning sunlight, illuminating the words "Wish Wall" like flames. Lin Xiaofan stood at the entrance, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of his phone—the system countdown showed only two hours left, and the number of prayers had stalled at 873 out of 1000.
"Don't be nervous." Su Yuqing gently pushed the door open. "Old Zhou has everything arranged."
The scene inside left Lin Xiaofan stunned. In the spacious activity room, dozens of children were busy around a wall covered in colorful sticky notes. Some were in wheelchairs, some wore hearing aids, and a few had prosthetic limbs on their arms or legs. Upon seeing Su Yuqing, they immediately erupted into a cacophony of cheers.
"Sister Su!" "Uncle Lin is here!" "I want to give my drawing to Uncle Lin!"
A little girl maneuvered her electric wheelchair toward them. Her small body sank into the chair, with a brace fixed around her neck, yet her hands skillfully held a crayon drawing—it was the girl from the mountains who used a fertilizer bag as a backpack.
"Xiao Hui? What are you doing here?" Lin Xiaofan squatted down in surprise.
"I'm here for rehabilitation!" The girl's voice was as clear as a bell. "Grandpa Zhou said that once I'm better, I can walk to school by myself!"
She pointed to the Wish Wall behind her. "We all wrote blessings! Grandpa Zhou said this way Uncle Lin won't be caught by bad people."
Lin Xiaofan's throat suddenly tightened. He walked toward the wall and saw that on the colorful sticky notes were written in crooked handwriting:
"I hope Uncle Lin is happy every day," "Thank you for the bread, Uncle Lin," "Brother Lin is a good person"...
"This is..."
"Old Zhou started planning this a month ago," Su Yuqing explained softly. "He contacted all the children and parents you’ve helped and told them you were facing an important 'exam'..."
Lin Xiaofan trembled as his fingers traced over the handwriting. Some were neat, others slanted and hard to read, and there were several names he recognized clearly—Principal Li from Mountainous Primary School, an old veteran who sang on the street, and even that homeless man A Long who had once extorted him...
"We're still 127 short." Su Yuqing glanced at her watch. "The TV station's interview van will arrive soon; there will be more participants in the live broadcast."
"No!" Lin Xiaofan suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Exposing the system will cause panic... and Zhao Tianming is definitely monitoring..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the Rehabilitation Center was pushed open. A group of reporters carrying cameras surged in, led by that female journalist who had once questioned him.
"Mr. Lin!" She approached quickly, her face now showing a respect entirely different from their last encounter. "We want to do a special program about you and Weiguang Public Welfare's true story."
Lin Xiaofan instinctively stepped back until his back hit the Wish Wall. A little boy took advantage of this moment to slip a freshly written note into his hand: "Uncle Lin, I like you."
"Dear viewers," the reporter began broadcasting directly to the camera, "we are currently at Sunshine Rehabilitation Center, where a touching event is taking place..."
The camera panned over the children's smiling faces, sweeping across the wall filled with blessings before finally focusing on Lin Xiaofan's bewildered expression. Su Yuqing quietly held his hand, her fingertips writing in his palm: "Believe in them."
Twenty minutes into the live broadcast, a System Notification suddenly flashed:
[Current Progress: 967/1000]
[Energy fluctuations detected]
On the television screen of the Rehabilitation Center, the real-time ratings curve shot upward. On social media, the topic of "Praying for Lin Xiaofan" spread like wildfire. Some uploaded photos of the Bakery Owner lighting candles, while videos surfaced of teachers in mountainous areas leading their students in prayer. Even a few internet celebrities who had previously questioned him publicly apologized.
"992... 993..." Su Yuqing whispered as her fingers intertwined tightly with Lin Xiaofan's.
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