Alice opened her eyes.
All she could hear was people nearly shouting at each other.
"Get me a scalpel!"
"Okay, start an IV line!"
"Damn it!"
"I need to move, and I need to move fast!"
It got Alice wondering, had she died? All she could remember was collapsing in the middle of her shift. She knew she was now in the hospital.
Am I getting rebirth? Hell yeah if I do! Now I can choose to do things differently. Just what year is it? If it's before 2016, maybe I can delve into e-commerce. It'll become a multi-million-dollar business pretty soon. Or maybe I can start a medical mask factory; I'll make millions of dollars by 2020. Let's go!!
Just as Alice was getting excited, she heard a familiar voice.
"You're awake? Good, now get up and get your ass back to work!"
"Mom? Is that you? What year is it now?" Alice asked hopefully with her dreamy eyes.
Alice's mother, Ana, smirked and snorted amusingly at her questions.
"Are you nuts? Has the fever affected your brain or something? Hahahaha… do you really think you can be reborn?
Oh my goodness, Alice. You're making me laugh my heart out! Honey, wake up. There are no such things in this world. And you, my princess, are not a character in a xinxia novel."
Was she mistaken? Alice was left dumbfounded by her mother's words.
No! It was not supposed to be like this. I am supposed to wake up in my former days, where I can do everything differently.
She had planned a perfect story in this short time. First, she would buy lottery tickets because she knew which numbers to pick. Then, start a business in e-commerce and bathe in money for the rest of her life. No! She wouldn't accept it. This is not the kind of story she imagined. Mom must be wrong.
"Hi, what's the date today? Sorry, I fainted earlier and can't seem to remember the date. Hehe," asked Alice to the handsome young man on the next bed.
Chris looked at the young, naive-looking girl and furrowed his perfect eyebrow.
"February 2nd, 2024," answered Chris before he looked away from those pair of doe-looking eyes.
Chris then proceeded to look for his phone to call his secretary. He shouldn't be here. It's risky. What if his enemies knew and did something that could jeopardize his health?
He was sent to this local hospital by the overly enthusiastic man who rammed into his car while he was on the road, five blocks from the hospital. Even when he refused to come and said that he was okay, the man, maybe in his early 50s, insisted on him getting a checkup in the hospital.
It's not that he couldn't refuse, but he was reminded of the nature of his dad. If he were still here, he would've gone beyond that man when he rammed into others.
Chris's dad was an angel. His grandparents always told him stories of how big his late father's heart was. He never ignored people in need of help, no matter their race, religion, or status. And it was because of his kindness that he was sacrificed, leaving Chris at the tender age of 9 years old.