Chapter 1: Rebirth_2
The man's anxious expression relaxed, and he hurriedly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."
The middle-aged male doctor smiled and walked out of the ward.
After watching the doctor leave the ward, the man placed the thermos box on the cabinet beside Qin Qin's bed, and looked at her affectionately, "Qinqin, it's good that you're awake, you scared daddy to death. Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"
Qin Qin looked at the concerned and loving face of the man, and from the memories she had received, she knew that the man in front of her was named Qin An, the biological father of this body, a kind and honest person. Despite his own disability, he maintained a positive outlook and expended more effort than others to provide for his daughter.
This time when Qin Qin was injured, Qin An had even used the family's limited savings to treat his daughter.
"What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Daddy will call the doctor for you."
Qin An moved forward to touch Qin Qin's forehead, but she slightly dodged, leaving Qin An's hand suspended in mid-air.
Injury flashed in Qin An's eyes; he felt useless, for letting his daughter have such a useless father, unable to confront others even when she was hurt. Qin An's hand trembled as he withdrew it, and in the next moment, as if nothing had happened, he took the thermos box, opened it, and said, "You must be hungry, daddy made your favorite dishes with his own hands, eat up."
How could Qin Qin not see the pain in Qin An's eyes? She knew he must have misunderstood something, and she also knew that this body had always held some resentment towards her own father, wondering why other people had such good family circumstances while she only had a disabled father.
She didn't blame this man called Qin An. She was simply not used to it. Her past self had always been somewhat indifferent to familial love, and after experiencing a betrayal by her closest senior sister, her aversion to family became even stronger. Even though this man truly cared for the real Qin Qin, she was unable to accept him for the time being.
"Put it down, I'm not hungry! I'm a bit tired and would like to rest for a while."
Qin Qin lay down, closed her eyes, and stopped paying attention to Qin An.
"Alright, alright, daddy won't disturb you. I'll go get some hot water for you. You might be thirsty later and will want something to drink."
Sadness crossed Qin An's eyes, yet he still smiled, picked up the thermos bottle at the bed corner, and went out to the hot water room to get water.
Listening to the receding footsteps, Qin Qin turned her head to look at Qin An's departing figure. Her vision was still somewhat blurred, but she could feel the loneliness in the figure of the man called Qin An, which inexplicably caused her heart to ache.
Should she believe in this so-called family love? The betrayal had been so brutal, her most revered senior sister had dealt her such a painful blow.
Qin Qin's right hand, which hung by her side, clenched tightly, her fingernails digging into the flesh, drawing blood, which seeped into the dull bracelet on her right hand.
The next moment, Qin Qin felt her right wrist burn, making her furrow her brow intensely.
Raising her hand, she looked at the sight before her and narrowed her eyes.
All she saw was a strand of dull bracelet on her wrist, and the blood she had bled was being absorbed by a seven-petaled flower in the center of the bracelet. As the vivid red blood seeped into the flower, in the next moment the entire bracelet was refreshed, a faint light flickered, the bracelet vanished from her hand, leaving only a bright red, seven-petaled flower on Qin Qin's wrist.
Qin Qin looked at the unfamiliar flower before her eyes, confusion crossing her gaze.
"What is this?"
In her past life, she had seen countless strange phenomena, but this was the first time she encountered something so bizarre.
[This is the Spirit Tide Flower, an Ancient Medicinal Flower.]
A voice sounded in her ears. Qin Qin looked around warily, but noticed that the other two patients in the ward seemed oblivious, each absorbed in their own affairs.
"Who? Who are you?"
[My name is Xiao Fong. Close your eyes, concentrate your spiritual power, and silently think of the word 'space.' I'll tell you what's going on afterward.]
Qin Qin did as Xiao Fong instructed, closing her eyes, concentrating her spiritual power, and silently thinking of the word 'space.'
The very next moment, Qin Qin felt that something was off around her. The instant she opened her eyes, even she—well-traveled as she was—couldn't help but be dumbstruck, her swollen eyes wide open. Although her vision was still a bit blurry, it didn't hinder her view of the scene before her.
It was a space with a faint mist, boundless and without an end in sight. The space felt empty, and not far from Qin Qin, a small stream tinkled as it flowed by. Around the stream, countless flowers bloomed, numerous butterflies danced in the air, their beauty mesmerizing. The faint fragrance of flowers in the air enticed Qin Qin to take a deep breath.