Chapter 193: Awakening

His task was complete.
Yan Chuan hazily realized this.
Just a moment ago, he was hearing Qi Yan’s whispers, and the next moment, he was engulfed by the chaotic white noise—a prelude to being detached from the script.
The detachment from the script happened quickly, and like last time, Yan Chuan didn’t say anything, not even a single response to Qi Yan.
Of course, he wanted to ask Qi Yan why he said that.
Because in the end, Yan Chuan had asked Qi Yan why he had told him that the entire K city was a grand script, and Qi Yan did answer him.
He said that the script was also the real world.
They would meet again.
Yan Chuan had no time to ponder why Qi Yan claimed that the script was the authentic world; he only wanted to ask why he said they would meet again.
Wasn’t Qi Yan an NPC in the escape variety show?
He could also break free from the script and enter the real world like the contestants.
But didn’t the script also represent the real world for NPCs?
Yan Chuan couldn’t think about this question anymore; weariness suddenly overwhelmed him, and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, it was already evening.
Before him was the familiar ceiling of the hospital room, and even the air carried a faint scent of disinfectant.
Normally, Yan Chuan would have become accustomed to this. However, after spending two full months in the script, the smell of disinfectant felt quite pleasant.
Two months was enough time for his body to grow accustomed to the world within the script.
In fact, when he first detected the scent of disinfectant, he felt somewhat out of sorts.
Yan Chuan glanced at his wrist.
It was pale and slender, so white that it appeared almost transparent, allowing even the small, purple-hued veins to be seen.
It was his own hand.
Yan Chuan felt a slight headache, frowned, and propped himself up.
He looked at the dim light outside and hesitated before getting out of bed.
“Awake?” A nurse entered, just in time for a routine check-up. Seeing Yan Chuan conscious, she said, “The doctors just discussed your condition and proposed a new rehabilitation plan…”
Yan Chuan paused for a moment before saying, “No.”
Nurse: ?
She looked at the patient’s pale and beautiful face, suspecting she had heard wrong: “What?”
Yan Chuan exhaled decisively and said, “I want to be discharged.”
Discharged?
Upon hearing this, the nurse saw Yan Chuan sitting up, planning to leave without even wearing a jacket, and even dropping his medical records on the floor. She hurried to stop him.
“No! Your health hasn’t fully recovered yet!” The nurse thought Yan Chuan believed he was well enough to skip proper rehabilitation and earnestly attempted to dissuade him: “The doctors are still discussing your treatment plan!”
In her rush, she almost stumbled, but Yan Chuan reached out to steady her.
The nurse looked at the patient’s pale and beautiful face with suspicion.
“I’ve made up my mind,” Yan Chuan smiled at her and insisted on his decision, “I will complete the discharge paperwork tomorrow.”
The nurse was momentarily dazzled by his smile, unable to respond and missing the best opportunity to argue back.
By the time she regained her composure, the patient had already reached the door.
Nurse: !
Yan Chuan walked up to the hospital front desk.
He had stayed here for two years, and everyone in the rehabilitation center knew him as the “sick beauty in Bed 10.”
When the receptionist saw him, she greeted him, asking how his recovery was and whether he was there to see a doctor.
Yan Chuan smiled at her and replied, “Yes, I’d like to complete my discharge paperwork.”
Upon Yan Chuan’s insistence, his attending physician, who had been responsible for his care for two years, performed a full-body examination. After confirming several times that his health had indeed improved and he was no longer weak as before, they relented.
It was good news that the patient’s health was improving, but the hospital couldn’t determine the cause, not even with the patient asking for a discharge.
Naturally, the attending physician was reluctant and spent a long time trying to persuade him without success.
No matter what the doctor said, Yan Chuan merely smiled gently, explaining that he had stayed in the rehabilitation center for far too long and wanted a “new environment.”
With Yan Chuan’s significant improvement in health, the doctors could no longer refute his discharge request based on health factors and had to agree.
However, they told Yan Chuan he needed to return for regular check-ups.
Yan Chuan agreed.
As he was leaving, he even caught a glimpse of his aging attending physician, holding the discharge form with a visibly doubtful expression.
But by the time all the checks were completed, it was already late; Yan Chuan took the nurse’s advice to prepare for departure the next day.
The nurse and doctor had been caring for Yan Chuan for a long time, especially since he had awoken without any memories, just a credit card with a significant balance.
The credit card belonged to Yan Chuan.
When the nurse heard Yan Chuan wanted to leave the rehabilitation center, her eyes turned red with a hint of reluctance.
After the doctor left, the nurse asked Yan Chuan if he had found a place to stay.
“Mr. Yan,” the nurse hesitated to inquire, “do you have a place to stay?”
Even though the patient was wealthy, no family or friends had ever come to visit him; perhaps he had no relatives left in this world and was now hastily leaving the hospital. Did he even have somewhere to go?
The nurse felt a bit concerned for the patient in her care.
“I do,” Yan Chuan’s gaze shifted from the screen, and he smiled gently at the worried nurse: “Someone will come to pick me up tomorrow.”
The nurse hesitated: “Is it a friend of yours?”
She had never heard him mention any friends.
Under her skeptical gaze, Yan Chuan waved his phone.
“A friend,” he said, “I met by chance.”
The nurse caught a glimpse of the long string of messages from “friend” in the chat and couldn’t help but feel even more puzzled.
What kind of friend does one meet by chance? Hadn’t their patient been staying in the rehabilitation center the entire time?