[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

He spoke calmly and continued to instruct the nurse: "Xiao Zhou, go get 500ml of saline solution, slow down the drip rate, and closely monitor vital signs."

Listening to the sounds around you, you manage to move your lips with difficulty, but you can only produce a very faint breath, as subtle as the wind blowing through withered leaves.

Nurse Xiao Zhou immediately leaned down, put her ear close to your lips, and heard a faint murmur:

"water..."

She immediately replied, "Right away."

Then she brought you a glass of purified water, but instead of feeding it directly, she used a cotton swab to dab the water onto your lips, moistening your slightly dry lips.

The monitor's sound gradually subsided, the heart rate gradually dropped to around 80, and the curve on the screen softened again.

Outside the window, sunlight filters through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light on your face.

You blinked, and suddenly your eyes welled up with tears, which slid down your cheeks and into your hair.

The cool, refreshing touch of the water, along with the nurse's slightly accented words, makes you realize a fact.

You're back.

You've returned to your own world!

But after a few seconds of excitement and exhilaration, a huge sadness wells up inside you.

Your return proves that you left that world.

Or rather...did those experiences really exist?

Could it be that this is just your Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly?

But what does it matter? All things in the world are the same. As long as you possess that memory, that is you.

Unfortunately, the dream did not have a happy ending.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice a figure rapidly approaching you.

A boy was breathing heavily, his eyes were slightly watery, but his face had a joyful smile.

"Sis! You're finally awake!"

ch.343: It was just a dream

[This chapter's family dynamics are not meant for you to relate to, as every family is different; just consider it a heartwarming dream.]

"Little girl, are you spacing out again?"

Your mother placed a cup of hot tea in your hand as you gazed out the window, then looked at you with concern in her eyes.

The delicate fragrance of jasmine tea fills your nostrils, and the rising steam makes your eyes feel slightly swollen.

You slightly open your mouth, but before you can say anything, your father's voice sounds from behind you.

"Our daughter has just recovered, how can we let her drink tea!"

Then a few footsteps sounded, the cup in your hand was taken away, and then it was stuffed back into a glass jar.

Inside are large chunks of bright yellow fruit, the legendary canned yellow peaches.

"Daughter, eat this. Your dad always feels much better after eating this whenever he's not feeling well!"

"Dad, you're trying to fool my sister with your old tricks again. We young people don't do that anymore."

My younger brother sat on the sofa, playing games on his phone, arguing without even looking up.

Mom chimed in, "That's right, there are so many fresh fruits now, why insist on eating canned fruit?"

My dad, hands on his hips, pointed at my younger brother and scolded him: "What's it to you? I don't care if you play games or not, are you asking for trouble?"

The younger brother retorted righteously, "I've been studying all day, now is my personal time to relax!"

...

Hearing the long-lost sounds of your family arguing, a wave of tenderness suddenly washes over you, and you chuckle softly while holding the can of food.

"Oh my, my sister finally smiled! It's been several days since she was discharged from the hospital, and you've been staring blankly every day. I thought you'd damaged your brain."

Upon hearing this, Dad finally couldn't resist rolling up his sleeves and striding towards the sofa.

"You brat, I think your mouth really deserves a slap!"

Your younger brother immediately dropped his phone, ran up to you, and squatted down.

"Hey sis, let me help you open the can!"

You smiled and shook your head: "No need, I can manage on my own."

After you finish speaking, you turn the can over, pat the bottom up twice with your palm, then turn it over again, and then twist the lid!

With a pop, the sound of the lid being successfully opened rang out.

You raise your hand and point the can at him.

The younger brother pointed to himself in surprise: "Let me eat first?"

No wonder he was surprised; in the past, you not only had to tell him to open the lid, but you were also the one who would always take the first bite of the canned food.

You smiled and nodded: "Okay, you can have some first."

He immediately accepted it, flattered, and then said to your mother beside you:

"Mom, how about we take my sister to the hospital again later to get her brain checked?"

Even his mother couldn't help but criticize him now:

"I think we need to take you to get your brain checked. Your sister gave you food, and you're still having a seizure!"

The younger brother innocently explained, "No, it's because my sister usually..."

"No, it's not true! Go eat your canned food!"

His father's loud voice immediately yelled at him, so he could only silently walk away with the can of food.

However, when he returned a minute later, he had two forks in his hands.

He shoves one of them into your hand and then hands you the can, urging you to hurry.

"Sis, hurry up and fork it, you'll definitely get the first bite!"

You smiled helplessly, then raised your hand holding the fork, forked a bright yellow peach from the glass jar, and popped it into your mouth.

Its sweet and refreshing taste instantly lifts your spirits.

At night, you sit cross-legged on the bed, the computer is right in front of you, but you just stare at it.

You dare not touch it.

"Knock down."

There was a knock on the door, followed by my mother's voice.

"Little girl, may Mommy come in?"

You immediately straightened your legs and forced a smile.

"can."

The door opened a crack, and your mother bent down and poked her head in. After meeting your gaze, she smiled at you.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Mom straightened up, put her hands behind her back, walked into the room, and closed the door behind her.

"Sweetie, guess what Mommy prepared for you!"

You smile helplessly. Your mother is always able to sensitively detect your emotions and prepare some 'little surprises' for you when you are unhappy.

You obediently propped your chin on your fingers and pondered, "A small cake?"

Mom stretched out a hand, her index finger waving in the air in a negative gesture.

"Silly girl, that's not right."

You continue guessing: "Milk tea?"

You guessed right!

Mom's smile widened, and she took her hands out from behind her back, handing you a cup of milk tea with a delightful pink hue.

You immediately reached out and took it, returning the gesture with a smile: "Thank you, Mom."

Then, with practiced movements, he peeled off half of the straw paper, blocked the straw head with his thumb, and poked the straw body into the cup!

With a snap, the straw broke the seal. After tearing off the remaining straw paper, you tried taking a sip.

The familiar and sweet aroma makes your face relax.

Some parents always restrict their children's intake of milk tea and snacks, believing that they are unhealthy.

But your mother always takes you and your brother out to eat, saying that eating a little won't have a big impact. However, controlling a child's desires will only make the child more prone to indulgence in the future. It's better to satisfy them appropriately so that both parties can be happy and at ease.

Only after seeing that you looked relaxed did she get to the point.

"My dear girl, why have you been unhappy since you were discharged from the hospital? Do you feel like you're a burden to your parents?"

She guessed why you were feeling down, but she didn't know what had happened to you. She just assumed you were upset about the hospital bills.

Then she continued to comfort you: "It's okay, as long as you are healthy, Mom and Dad will do anything for you."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked your head twice, her eyes filled with love and tolerance.

You lower your eyes, acknowledging that this is one of the reasons.

A car accident wiped out most of your parents' savings, which makes you feel very guilty.

But what makes you even more ashamed is that your parents have sacrificed so much for you, yet you still miss those men, miss Blizzard, and miss your teammates.

You and them... are from completely different worlds.

Perhaps it was all just a dream you had while you were unconscious.

And yet, because of a dream, you've added even more worry to your already overworked parents...

Plop, plop.

Tears fell onto the milk tea cup, making the lady opposite feel sorry for him.