Chapter 12: Transmigrated

On the way to the hospital, Lin Qinglan had already stopped breathing, but after a few minutes, her heartbeat suddenly resumed.

Neither Madam Peng nor Yao Yanfang noticed this in the vehicle—Madam Peng was scolding Yao Yanfang nonstop, while Yao Yanfang just sat there dazed.

The young soldier driving the car kept it steady and fast, and they arrived at the military district hospital in less than half an hour.

The hospital’s top surgeon had already been waiting at the entrance. As soon as Lin Qinglan arrived, she was rushed into the operating room.

Lin Jianshe had made a great contribution in his recent mission, and as the daughter of a martyr, Lin Qinglan was given special treatment by the Northeast Military District, which was why her medical care was prioritized.

An hour later, the doors to the operating room opened.

“Doctor, is my daughter going to be okay?”

“The patient is out of danger. She will need to stay in the ICU overnight, but once she wakes up tomorrow, she can be transferred to a regular ward.”

“Thank you, doctor, for saving my daughter.”

“Just doing my duty. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

Upon hearing that Lin Qinglan was fine, the small sliver of unease in Yao Yanfang’s heart finally eased. While she didn’t want to care for the children, she hadn’t truly wanted them dead either.

At the moment Lin Qinglan attempted suicide, Yao Yanfang was completely stunned. She hadn’t expected her daughter to have such a strong temper—to go so far over a heated argument.

Even now, Yao Yanfang didn’t feel she had done anything wrong. She simply chose the life path that was more beneficial for herself.

…

When Wu Chunlan regained consciousness, her head felt like it was about to explode.
Her mind was a mess. Didn’t she and her best friend Lin Qingmei die together in a self-detonation?
How was she still alive? And what about Lin Qingmei? Did she survive too?

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt unbearably heavy. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I even open my eyes?

After a long struggle, she finally managed to open them slowly.

Seeing an IV drip hanging above her head, she froze. This is a hospital?
But the facilities looked so outdated—as if she had stepped into a documentary about the 1970s.

Could she have transmigrated?!

But… why didn’t she have this body’s memories? She focused hard, trying to remember, but her mind was completely blank.

Just as Wu Chunlan was spacing out, the hospital room door opened.

“Qinglan, you’re finally awake!”
Madam Peng had made chicken soup early in the morning and brought it over for Lin Qinglan.

“Mm… Sorry. I’ve lost my memory. I don’t know who you are, or who I am.”

Lin Qinglan didn’t want to hide the fact that she’d lost her memory.
Her head was wrapped in layers of bandages—she could tell she had a head injury.
Memory loss was common after head trauma, and it would also serve as a convenient excuse to explain her new personality or behavior.
Others wouldn’t suspect that she was no longer the original person.

“Ah?! How could this happen? I’ll go get the doctor!”

Moments later, Madam Peng returned with Doctor Liu, the surgeon who had operated on Lin Qinglan. They were nearly out of breath from running.

“Are you dizzy? Nauseous?” the doctor asked.

“No dizziness or nausea. I just can’t remember anything—people or events.”

“Your wound needed over ten stitches. It’s quite lucky you don’t have a concussion.
Memory loss isn’t serious. Since you hit your head, it’s to be expected.
But you must never do something like this again,”
Doctor Liu warned gently. He didn’t know the reason behind her suicide attempt, but figured something painful must’ve driven her to it.
He just hoped she would find a way to heal and move forward.

“Thank you, Dr. Liu. I won’t do it again.”
Wu Chunlan knew better than anyone: As long as you’re alive, there’s hope.
She wasn’t the original Lin Qinglan. In the apocalypse, she had valued her life above all else.
And now that she was in a peaceful era—even if life was hard, what couldn’t she endure?

“You just woke up, eat a little, then rest well. I have another surgery later, so I’ll head out first.”

Dr. Liu really came and went in a hurry. He was already out the door before finishing his sentence.

Once she heard the doctor say Lin Qinglan was fine, Madam Peng was finally at ease.
She had watched this girl grow up. What a good, obedient child she had been—only Yao Yanfang never cherished her.

Speaking of which, Madam Peng suddenly realized—Yao Yanfang hadn’t shown up at all today.

After the surgery yesterday, Madam Peng had gone home. No wonder Yao Yanfang left right after her.

“Qinglan, where’s your mom? That woman who stayed in the hospital overnight with you—that was your mother.”
Madam Peng tried to explain, worried Lin Qinglan wouldn’t recognize her mother.

“When I woke up, I was alone. I didn’t see anyone else.”
Not even a mosquito, let alone a person. She had no idea where that so-called “mother” went—maybe out having fun somewhere.

“Here, drink some chicken soup. I made it just for you. Try it.”
Madam Peng was even more disappointed in Yao Yanfang.
Her daughter was hospitalized and she didn’t even show any concern.

Madam Peng’s son was the Political Commissar of the same regiment where Lin Jianshe had served as commander.
It was her son who told her to make soup for Lin Qinglan.

“Thank you, Granny Peng.”

“No need to thank me. Your dad was a national hero. He saved several lives on his last mission—we’re all very grateful to him.”

“Then… can you tell me what happened to my family?”

“Your name is Lin Qinglan. Your father was Lin Jianshe, your mother is Yao Yanfang, and you have a younger brother named Lin Zheng. He’s six this year.
Your father passed away not long ago.
Your suicide attempt… may have been triggered by something related to your father’s condolence payment.
For the details, you’ll have to ask your mom. That’s all I know.”

“Am I still studying?”

“You graduated this July. But if you don’t find a job soon, you’ll probably be sent down to the countryside.”

Madam Peng didn’t know that Yao Yanfang had already planned to send Lin Qinglan back to the village. She thought the girl might be forced into rural labor.

“Sent down? What does that mean? Going to the countryside to play?”

Lin Qinglan (Wu Chunlan) genuinely didn’t know what “sent down” meant. Was it some kind of retreat to the countryside?
She had lived in a post-apocalyptic future hundreds of years later—she had never even heard of this policy.
(From this point on, we’ll refer to the protagonist as Lin Qinglan.)

“Yes, every household has to send at least one child to the countryside. You should start looking for a job soon.”

“Mm, I’ll figure it out after I’m discharged.”

Madam Peng had only taken time out of her day to deliver the chicken soup.
After Lin Qinglan finished drinking it, she returned home.

The hospital room was once again quiet—just Lin Qinglan alone.
Though the room had three hospital beds, she was currently the only patient staying there.

Sigh… so boring. If only I had a phone.

Whoosh!
A silver-white phone suddenly appeared in Lin Qinglan’s hand.

Ah! My space came with me too!

She originally wanted to test whether she still had her lightning ability, but worried that triggering a bolt might blow up the hospital, so she held back.

In her previous life, she had dual powers: lightning and spatial ability.
Lightning was the most powerful offensive type, and her combat power had even surpassed Lin Qingmei’s.

Worried that someone might come to check on her, she didn’t dare use her powers recklessly.

The phone she had just pulled out was quickly stored back into her space.
Since no one was around to bother her, it was the perfect time to figure out what to do next.