A Young Woman's Heart

Although it was in Chinese, the large number of technical terms still left the two of them dizzy, and it took them a while to summarize a few of the more important points.

Li Wanyan's right wrist had some skin and flesh missing, meaning it was cut off. However, this wasn't a serious problem. If it were just this issue, disinfection and bandaging would suffice, and surgery wouldn't be necessary.

Then there is minor damage to some muscles, which is not serious as mentioned above and can recover on its own.

The two most serious issues are: one is the ruptured wrist artery, which is almost completely severed; the other is the tendon damage. Although this is not as serious as the blood vessel damage, it can still leave serious long-term consequences if not properly treated.

In the most severe cases, the right hand is completely unusable and can only be used as a decoration; even the fingers cannot be straightened.

Of course, this is only the worst-case scenario. As mentioned above, as long as you follow the doctor's instructions, you can generally recover to 80-90%, and even a perfect recovery is possible.

Mo Xueyao finally felt relieved. She and Hua Yinyin exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I were the one who got hurt, would Yao Yao be this worried?"

"Tsk, I might gloat then," Mo Xueyao teased deliberately.

"Wow, Yao Yao! How could you do this to me!"

"What, are you jealous?"

"So what if I'm jealous!"

As they were arguing, the father pushed open the door and walked into the room: "Why are you two making such a racket? Can't you let Wanyan rest properly?"

"Ahem, it's Yin Yin shouting."

"You little Yao Yao!" Hua Yinyin pounced on Mo Xueyao, burying her head in her chest and messing up her hair.

"Alright, you two, stop fooling around." The father shook his head helplessly. "How is Wanyan?"

"Well, overall it's been lucky. With proper treatment, he should be able to recover about 80-90%." Mo Xueyao handed the written report to her father.

"Hmm, let me see... Hmm... Almost there, that's good."

"How much is the medical bill? Is it expensive?" Mo Xueyao asked worriedly. This kind of surgery sounds very complicated. In addition to the subsequent hospitalization costs and other treatment expenses, she didn't know if her family could afford it.

"Don't worry about that. The truck driver has insurance, and the insurance company will reimburse part of the cost, and then the driver will reimburse the rest."

"Well, that's good."

"So don't worry, just follow the doctor's treatment instructions. We won't have to pay a single penny."

"Really?"

“Of course,” the father laughed. “Didn’t you see that people came to discuss matters with us just now?”

"Ugh... gurgling..." Just then, Mo Xueyao's stomach suddenly growled, making her look a little embarrassed.

"What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you from the hospital cafeteria. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the shop. Xiaoyao, you'll be looking after Wanyan, okay?"

"No problem, I'll eat whatever I want..." Although it hadn't been long since lunch, she felt extremely exhausted. Perhaps it wasn't just her body that was tired, but her mind was also very tired.

"Then I'll stay with you until tonight before going home." Hua Yinyin sat back in her chair and started rocking back and forth.

"Okay, I'll go get the food, a three-person portion." The father said, gently closing the door, his footsteps fading into the distance.

The hospital is mostly quiet, with only occasional shouts from family members and faint cries coming from somewhere.

This is a land of death, and also a place of birth.

But most normal people probably wouldn't like coming here.

"Mmm..." Mo Xueyao's thoughts had just drifted away when she heard Li Wanyan's soft moans.

"Wanyan? You're awake?"

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan squinted, looking at Mo Xueyao with a slightly dazed expression, and mumbled softly, "A little thirsty..."

"Okay, drink it later. The doctor said you can't drink water or eat for eight hours."

"Oh," Li Wanyan replied calmly, suppressing her thirst. She tried to move her right hand, but when she raised her arm, she found it was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. "...Is my hand...still there?"

"Pfft, cough." Mo Xueyao was amused by the confusion in her eyes. "It's still here, it's still here."

"Don't worry, Wanyan, you'll recover as long as you rest. It's not a serious injury," Hua Yinyin comforted her. "Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere else?"

"I don't feel anything..."

"Maybe the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet."

Li Wanyan did not answer, because she had fallen asleep again.

……

Section Four: "Off-Screen Theater" - Gods Who Don't Need to Manipulate Our Fate

In the dead of night, in front of the computer screen.

A scruffy, overweight man was typing on a keyboard, pressing the last period.

He wiped his mouth and then wiped his drool on his cheap street stall clothes.

In fact, people would believe that he picked up this old outfit from a trash can.

A satisfied yet cruel smile spread across his face.

"Hehehe... Feel the world's pain! Isn't that funny enough?" His laughter grew louder and louder, to the point that he could barely hold the mouse, until he coughed a few times before stopping. "Alright, now just send it out, hehe..."

He couldn't wait to see the readers' pained expressions.

Just then, a small, fair hand suddenly reached out from the large computer screen and pressed hard on his head. Then a girl jumped out and pushed the man and chair to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The direct contact between the back of his head and the cold ground left him momentarily stunned.

The blue-eyed girl glared at him fiercely and grabbed his collar: "Bastard, give me back my Wanyan!"

"Snap!" Another round-faced girl jumped out from behind. She had her hair in two braids and was also looking angry.

Then, even more girls jumped out.

"Who...who are you? Aliens...?" the man asked in a panic.

"Hmph, you created this character yourself, don't you even recognize yourself!" The blue-eyed girl headbutted him on the forehead. "I'm Mo Xueyao!"

"I am Hua Yinyin! How dare you abuse my exclusive pen name and commit evil deeds in our world? I'm not finished with you today!" Hua Yinyin stomped on the man's belly, which looked like a swimming ring.

"Wang Jiale!"

"Mo Zhuyou! Humph, if we hadn't come, were you planning to kill off my sister next time?" Mo Zhuyou kicked his butt. "Let me tell you, we're not done with you yet!"

"Yes!" The girl behind her, who looked exactly like Mo Zhuyou, nodded seriously.

"You...you...how is this possible? The characters in my novel have come to life?"

"While we are very grateful that you created that world and us, we are sorry, but we do not welcome your interference in our lives!"

"Exactly! What gives you the right to kill off Wanyan?" Hua Yinyin questioned, hands on her hips.

Mo Xueyao added from the side, "And such a clumsy method at that!!"

"Who told them to say my writing is boring and weak? I'm not a saint!" The man's expression was extremely ferocious. "Time and time again! I'm really angry!"

"We won't let you succeed! We're going to change the rest of the story!" Mo Xueyao glanced at Hua Yinyin. "Yinyin, it's yours now!"

"Alright!" Hua Yinyin stood in front of the computer, pulled out a document, and started reading. "This guy is so vicious!"

"what happened?"

"In his article, he wrote, 'Li Wanyan was suddenly hit by a truck, and then slammed against a wall. It felt as if all the bones in her body were shattered. She collapsed helplessly to the ground, only to be mercilessly crushed by the wheels... Her head and body were separated, a bloody mess, with muscles still twitching...'"

"Ugh! How vicious!"

"What, is that not allowed?! I can write whatever I want in the world I create!" The man gritted his teeth and stood up. "You are nothing but characters in my writing. I can manipulate your fates at will. I can kill you all right now!"

"You're dreaming!" The girls swarmed him and pinned him to the ground again. "You're the creator, you're a god, so you can manipulate our lives at will!"

"So what! I'm even angrier now!"

"Does anger justify killing someone?!" Mo Xueyao punched the man's ugly, fat face. "You despicable bastard! Although you created us, we don't need a god who can control our destiny!"

"Smash his balls!" Hua Yinyin shouted.

"Hurry up, change it, change it so that nothing happened, and then send it out!" Mo Xueyao shouted.

"No, it's too late to change it now!"

"Is it possible to minimize the impact of the event?"

"This might work... Wait! Let me try!" Hua Yinyin moved the overturned chair over and sat down. "It seems to work, but it can't completely eliminate the effects!"

"It's okay... Just do your best!"

"Okay, don't stop, keep beating him! Otherwise, with his power controlling him, it will be difficult for me to intervene and make changes!"

"Alright, everyone, let's go together and kick him in the balls!"

The girls swarmed forward and beat the man until he screamed and howled.

A full hour later, the man collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

Hua Yinyin finally succeeded in changing her fate.

"Tap tap tap tap—snap!" She typed the last period, then quickly published it as the latest chapter. "Success!"

"Phew... Phew... That's good." Mo Xueyao shook her arms, looking completely exhausted. "I didn't expect beating someone up to be such a physically demanding task..."

"Furthermore, I have also seized the authority. Although we cannot change fate from God's perspective, He can no longer forcibly intervene and modify our story."

"Well?"

"From now on, he can only record our story at most, but he can't change our future, that's roughly what it means." Hua Yinyin proudly swung the USB drive in her hand.

"Hmm, but in that case, no one will read our story anymore." Mo Xueyao glanced at the article's comment section and found a lot of people mocking the author for daring to scare people but not daring to write about death.

"So what? We live our own lives, not for others to see."

"But our world needs to be watched for it to continue to exist."