YM778.TV Chapter 179 - 179: 087 Reincarnation (First Update)
Chapter 179 - 179: 087 Reincarnation (First Update)
In the afternoon, the scorching sun burned through the window panes, wilting the once lush and verdant leaves.
Outside the window was the scorching sun, while inside the sickroom, the air conditioning maintained an appropriate temperature. On the bed, the young girl slowly opened her eyes.
Where is this?
The soreness all over her body made the girl frown subconsciously, and as soon as she raised her hand, a sharp pain spread from the back of her hand.
She frowned and saw a needle on the back of her hand with a medical glucose bottle hanging on the end of the thin tube.
Was she sick? Was this a hospital?
The girl slowly sat up and felt sore and weak all over her body. Even this simple movement made her break out in a sweat.
Who was she?
Suddenly, she paused. Yeah, who was she?
No matter how hard she tried to remember, there seemed to be a fog before her eyes.
Unable to see the way she came, nor the way home.
Suddenly, she held her head and collapsed back onto the bed, her head aching terribly…
The nurse opened the door and entered pushing a small cart. Seeing the girl on the bed, she was startled.
She quickly rushed out to call for help.
Thirty minutes later, after completing various physical examinations, the doctors and nurses filed out orderly.
The nurse poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her carefully, saying, “The doctor has already contacted your family, and they are on their way here.
You will be able to see them soon.”
The girl frowned in confusion, “Family?”
The nurse looked at her strangely, “Yes.”
She silently clutched the corner of her blanket and asked, “What was I sick with before?”
The nurse shook her head, “I’m not sure. I’m just in charge of taking care of your daily life. You can ask your family when they arrive.”
The staff here had signed a confidentiality agreement and were not allowed to disclose patients’ private information.
The girl pursed her lips and hung her head.
Suddenly, it seemed as if some fragments flashed through her mind, but they disappeared before she could grasp them.
The door of the sickroom was pushed open from outside, and the nurse, startled by the visitor’s beauty, left the sickroom conscientiously.
The girl looked up and saw a beautiful girl dressed in a white skirt step in, looking like a heavenly fairy, cold and detached from the world.
She stopped three steps away from the bed but didn’t say anything, just silently staring at her.
Her dark eyes were mysterious and seemed to see through every pore of her body, making her feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.
A long silence filled the room, making every breath audible.
Ultimately, she could not hold it in any longer and asked, “Are you… my family?”
Her voice was hoarse and uncomfortable from a long period of disuse.
The girl still did not speak, the depths of her pupils narrowing slightly as if untouched by any ripple.
“Senior,” the girl finally spoke in a voice that matched her appearance, tinged with a hint of probing.
The girl on the bed relaxed her brows, “Are you my sister?”
Ming Jing spoke softly, “Senior, are you still feeling unwell?”
“The doctor examined me just now, and there’s nothing serious. I only feel weak due to lying down for too long, and I should recover with exercise.”
She held her head, puzzled, “I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, and I can’t remember anything. I don’t even know my own name. You’re my sister; can you tell me?”
The girl on the bed had a delicate face, and her pallid complexion made her appear all the more vulnerable. Her large and bright eyes seemed innocent and helpless, making it hard for anyone to reprimand her.
“Your name is Ming Xin. You were an orphan, adopted by Master and raised in Jiyue Temple on Baitou Mountain. Last winter, the Master passed away, and you fell gravely ill because of the shock. In order to recover well, I sent you here.”
Ming Jing calmly recounted.
Jiyue Temple? A nun?
She thought she must have been terminally ill to have shaved her head. So she was actually a nun?
For some reason, learning of such a background did not bring her any happiness.
“And you…?” she asked the stunning girl before her suspiciously.
‘Master adopted five disciples in total. I’m the second, named Ming Jing. Below me are three junior sisters..”