Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

(What's wrong? My head hurts so much.)

A dull ache tore through the haze obscuring his consciousness, and Jiang Lin struggled to open his eyes, only to be met with the familiar ceiling.

(A hospital ward? What kind of place is this? Aren't I dead?)

Jiang Lin rolled his eyes blankly, looking around at his surroundings.

The spacious ward had white walls on all four sides. The electrocardiogram monitor beside the bed made a regular beeping sound, and the IV drip bottle was sending the medicine into his vein. A nurse held a recorder and looked at him incredulously.

"You're awake, Mr. Amamiya!"

The nurse quickly approached, her voice filled with concern and shock.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything particularly uncomfortable? You've been in a coma for almost half a month!"

It's Japanese!?

Jiang Lin's pupils dilated slightly.

Although he can distinguish between Japanese and Chinese, that's about it.

But now he can actually understand what the nurses are saying in Japanese?!

(Wait! Could I have time-traveled?)

This situation seems to be only explainable by time travel.

But what about the memories? What about the memories of this body?

Jiang Lin tried to recall, but the memories belonging to this body were like shattered glass, scattered everywhere and difficult to piece together.

There were only some blurry fragments—blinding headlights, violent crashes, and endless darkness.

And a name—Amamiya Rin!

Is this his name for life? Although his surname has changed, his given name remains the same.

"Amamiya-kun, that's wonderful! You've really woken up!"

Just then, the door to the ward opened from the outside, and a middle-aged male doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in. The name tag on his white coat read "Kenichiro Kuroda".

He strode to the bedside, staring intently at Yu Gonglin, his lips twitching slightly as if he were suppressing his turbulent emotions.

"A miracle? No, it's not a miracle, my treatment plan worked! That's wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

Dr. Kuroda muttered to himself, somewhat agitated. He adjusted his glasses, calming himself slightly, and anxiously asked Amamiya Rin, "I'm your attending physician, Kuroda. Amamiya-kun, how are you feeling? Do you have a severe headache, nausea, or dizziness?"

Amamiya Rin moved her lips slightly, her voice extremely hoarse: "My head... hurts so much... it feels like it's going to split open... my body... feels so heavy... I can't move..."

"This is normal. You've been unconscious for too long, and your body needs time to recover."

Dr. Kuroda nodded and took out a small flashlight to check the pupillary light reflex.

"Cognitive function does not appear to be severely impaired... Do you remember what happened? Or your own name?"

"Name... Amamiya Rin? I can't remember anything else, I probably have amnesia."

Amamiya Rin hesitated for a moment, intending to use the amnesia trope to gloss over the matter, since he didn't have any complete memories of this body.

"Amnesia? No, it's not amnesia. It's probably just a side effect. You slept for too long, so you forgot what happened before you became a vegetable. You'll slowly remember after some time."

A strange light flashed in Dr. Kuroda's eyes as he spoke with absolute certainty.

"Are you really sure?"

Although she felt the doctor was too confident, Amamiya Rin didn't take it to heart and instead asked why she was there.

Dr. Kuroda replied, "This is Morita Hospital. You were brought here because of a traffic accident. Two cars collided at an intersection, and you were hit. The two drivers were not seriously injured, but you were the most unfortunate one, and you were left in a vegetative state."

"No……"

Amamiya Rin slowly shook her head.

"I feel... I'm very lucky."

He remembered that in his previous life, he died in a hospital bed from a terminal illness.

How can it not be considered lucky for someone who has truly died once to be given a second life and even become younger?

"Indeed, from a medical perspective, the probability of a person in a vegetative state waking up is very low, so it is lucky that you were able to wake up."

Dr. Kuroda smiled upon hearing this and said reassuringly.

"It's good that you think this way. Keep an optimistic attitude. Right now, your most important thing is to rest and recover. Don't worry about anything else. The party responsible for the accident has already paid all medical expenses so far."

Afterwards, Dr. Kuroda gave a few more instructions and then arranged for a nurse to bring a wheelchair, helping Amamiya Rin into it to go out for further examination.

As I walked down the corridor, I suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps and the sound of rollers turning rapidly behind me.

"Make way! Emergency patient! Quickly!"

Several doctors and nurses rushed in with grim expressions, pushing an emergency bed. Yu Gonglin's nurse quickly moved his bed against the wall to make way.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Amamiya Rin caught a glimpse of the person on the hospital bed.

She was a young-looking girl with short hair, a face as pale as paper, her forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat, and her brows furrowed in pain.

What's most striking is her abdomen.

Her stomach, protruding high under her hospital gown, had an unnatural curve, resembling that of a woman ten months pregnant, but it looked unusually out of place compared to her thin figure.

With just a fleeting glance, the hospital bed was quickly pushed away, heading towards the emergency operating room at the end of the corridor.

"That is?"

Amamiya Rin asked a question subconsciously.

The nurse pushing him sighed, her tone tinged with sympathy.

"It's Ms. Mio Yukiko. Her hospital room is right across from yours. She's a very pitiful child. She's been suffering from a serious illness and recently underwent a kidney transplant. I never expected her to develop such severe postoperative complications... Sigh."

Kidney transplant? Complications? Could they cause such severe abdominal distension?

A strange sense of unease washed over Amamiya Rin, but he couldn't delve into it; after all, he was just a patient.

His examination room is not far ahead.

At the end of the corridor, the operating room door slammed shut, and the red "Operating" light on the ceiling lit up, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

His examination began.

CT scans, MRI scans, various neurological response tests... the lengthy process left Amamiya Rin even more exhausted.

About an hour later, most of the examinations were completed, and the nurse pushed Amamiya Rin back to her ward.

However, as she walked down the corridor, Amamiya Rin noticed something was amiss.

The once orderly hospital corridor was now filled with an indescribable commotion and panic.

The nurses huddled together in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones, their faces showing signs of shock.

Occasionally, a doctor would walk by quickly, his expression unusually solemn, with a hint of barely concealed panic.

"...Mitsuo-san's surgery just now..."

"Really? There's something inside my belly...?"

"Shh—! Don't say it, it's too horrible... How could something like this happen..."

"I heard that what was retrieved... is still talking..."

"...This is really weird..."

The fragmented words drifted into his ears, and combined with the scene he had just witnessed, they gave Amamiya Rin a chilling feeling.