I Become a God in the Mysterious World

Chapter 276: Snuggling with Big Sister

The doctor came over to check on Bai Cha’s condition, finding that she was indeed suffering terribly and still hadn’t passed gas after three days. By all rights, she should have been discharged this afternoon.

“I’ll prescribe her some medication. A headache, right? And vomiting too… then I’ll prescribe something for those. I’ll also add something for insomnia, but if she can fall asleep after returning home, don’t take it for now.”

The prescription was filled.

Bai Cha finally got to sip a little water.

Truth be told, she wasn’t thirsty—after all, she had been receiving multiple bottles of IV fluids every day.

Yet it felt different.

The warm water revitalized her spirits a bit.

“Drink a bit more. I asked the doctor, and you can eat today. I told Old Yang to bring over some noodles in a bit. His cooking is quite delicious.”

Shen Qingchen helped tidy her hair.

Bai Cha nodded with an aggrieved look.

“You’ll be discharged this afternoon. Or would you rather stay here for two more days?”

The hospital wasn’t very crowded recently. There were two beds in this room, yet Bai Cha was the sole patient.

Bai Cha shook her head.

“I can’t sleep in a hospital.”

“Fair enough.” Shen Qingchen stroked her head with doting affection.

Bai Cha had only slept for a few hours in total over the past few days.

“Once the medicine kicks in later, get some sleep.”

Bai Cha nodded.

“By the way, Sister Shen, about the company…”

“Don’t worry. I spoke with HR. Your work handover was completed directly—there wasn’t much to begin with anyway. I had your personal belongings packed up for you as well; you can just pick them up when you’re feeling better later on.”

Bai Cha nodded, feeling a touch guilty.

Amused, Shen Qingchen pressed the spot between her eyebrows.

“Though as for you—you’re renting an apartment right now, aren’t you? Your condition isn’t suitable for living alone. Come to my place first and stay for a couple of days. Once you’re feeling slightly better, you can head back home.”

“If your rented place is hard to pack up, you can hire someone directly, and I’ll go supervise it for you. Don’t refuse me either. Seeing you like this, no one could feel at ease. The best thing is for you to put your mind at ease and recover properly, right?”

Shen Qingchen had arranged for every single one of Bai Cha’s concerns.

Her eye rims turned red once again.

She felt somewhat dazed.

She had been far too delicate and frail over the past few days.

Shedding tears at the drop of a hat.

It wasn’t as if she had never acted like this before, but most of those times had been an act.

Yet this time, she genuinely couldn’t control it.

Shen Qingchen was far too gentle; she could always be thoughtfully by her side in the very first second, and Bai Cha felt an uncontrollable urge to rely on her.

This left her feeling deeply frustrated with herself again.

She didn’t want to become the delicate, fragile, truly weak kind of girl.

Shen Qingchen looked at her, stepped out to fetch some warm water, and wiped her face.

The medication’s effects were gradually taking hold, easing her headache. Her chest, however, still throbbed with severe pain—sitting down hurt, lying down hurt, and no position felt comfortable.

Since the trapped air refused to go down, she could rely only on medication to help, though that would take at least a week.

Although the surgical incision wasn’t severe, the stitches would still need to be removed a week later.

Going home was indeed the best option.

Yet returning home was quite a hassle as well.

Taking a high-speed train led straight home, but given her condition, taking a high-speed train might prove difficult.

Bai Cha was already considering continuing to stay at her rented place alone.

She couldn’t trouble Sister Shen too much; once she cleared this next instance, she would leave.

After all, she had been in the hospital for three days, and paired with the day from the weekend prior, four days had elapsed—merely three days remained before she had to enter the instance.

Racked with pain all over, she hadn’t bothered to check the instance name on her phone either.

She merely asked Xu Shengsheng if anything had happened to her, and whether she had dreamed recently.

Xu Shengsheng said she hadn’t.

Bai Cha remained uneasy; that dream was simply far too unsettling. Why had Xu Shengsheng been chosen?

She couldn’t dwell on these things for now—thinking about them only made her head hurt worse.

During her most agonizing moments, she had considered entering the game to escape reality.

At least let her sleep inside; it was quiet there, and slightly better than her current state here.

Sensing her intention, Shen Qingchen stopped her.

“Entering the game indeed allows you to escape, and you can even heal your body much faster inside, but what benefit does that bring to the real you?”

Bai Cha had truly broken down at that moment.

She hadn’t known what she was saying either, simply crying continuously and repeating how miserable she felt, wanting nothing more than to sleep—perhaps a sleep would make it hurt less.

Shen Qingchen comforted her.

Late at night back then, she gently pressed against her forehead.

“Bai Cha, you must never give up on yourself. Facing reality—that is the most genuine you. If you cannot accept it, you won’t go far in the game.”

“None of us know what this game is, much less when its end will come. Whether what it brings is good or bad, we can only accept it—we must not run away.”

She seemed to be speaking to Bai Cha, yet simultaneously to herself.

Under her soothing care back then, Bai Cha had managed a brief sleep.

Upon waking, she felt embarrassed on one hand, yet couldn’t help dwelling on her words on the other.

Right at this moment, Yang Qingyun arrived carrying a food box.

The sound of knocking on the ward door interrupted Bai Cha’s train of thought.

Yang Qingyun didn’t step inside, handing the food box to Shen Qingchen, exchanging a couple of words with her before departing.

Bai Cha couldn’t hear what was said, but she noticed that Shen Qingchen’s fatigue seemed to lighten slightly.

Providing accompanying care was naturally exhausting as well. Bai Cha clutched the bedsheet, her mind flooded with complex emotions.

Shen Qingchen placed the food box on the table and opened it.

Inside were two portions. One was clear broth noodles—the noodles soft and tender with a poached egg dropped inside; this was Bai Cha’s.

The other portion was fish-fragrant shredded pork over rice; this was Shen Qingchen’s.

“Eat up. Is it convenient? If not, I can feed you,” Shen Qingchen handed the bowl of noodles to Bai Cha.

“I can do it.”

Bai Cha took the bowl herself. With the medication taking effect, she felt far less miserable.

Furthermore, her stomach had been empty all along; tasting a bite of food at this moment brought comfort to her entire body and mind.

Her eyes turned brimming with tears once again.

Shen Qingchen cast an amused glance at her before picking up her own food.

“Xiao Cha, you asked me before why I treat you so well, and I said it was because you caught my eye—do you remember?”

Bai Cha nodded.

Shen Qingchen let out a subtle sigh.

“When I was young, I was just like you—strong self-esteem, sensitive. I didn’t want to be looked down upon, nor did I want to be slighted simply because of my identity as a woman.”

“My periods were agonizingly painful too, yet I insisted on working through them every single time. Even so, I would still hear people say, ‘Aiya, you women are just so much trouble; it’s still better to be a man.’—even though I hadn’t delayed my work in the slightest.”

She looked at Bai Cha with gentle warmth.

“My family favored boys over girls heavily, and I severed ties with them long ago. I was born in a relatively remote, impoverished region, and throughout my upbringing, I desperately craved becoming someone even more capable than men.”

Bai Cha took a silent sip of the broth.

She could roughly guess what Shen Qingchen wanted to say, yet surprisingly, she didn’t feel as awkward or resistant as she usually did.

“When I first entered the workplace, I cut off my hair and wore sharp, tailored suits, striving to make myself look stronger.”

“Yet why did I feel that I had to be someone even more capable than men? Was it because of societal issues? Environmental issues? But those weren’t things I could change.”

Shen Qingchen shook her head.

“Strength is strength, regardless of gender. When I realized I had fallen into the mindset of believing women were inherently weaker than men, I understood that I could never truly become strong that way.”

“Physiological differences are completely normal—they are innate. Women possess their own unique charm as well; why should I detest my own physiological traits? It isn’t as if only short hair and suits count as strength.”

“Because I cared far too much, I always felt many people looked down on me, desperately trying to prove myself. But what about myself?”

“I always subconsciously chose to ignore praise, always believing that I was worthy of receiving anything only if I performed even better and more exceptionally. Yet in truth, whether I keep my hair long or short, that is my right to choose. I can wear short hair because it’s convenient, or keep long hair because it looks pretty. Whatever the reason, I am worthy of receiving beautiful things, and I can choose what I want.”

“Every single person should have the right to choose—to choose their own life.”

She took a bite of food.

“I used to know someone—a player as well. She had a style similar to yours… I mean in terms of appearance. She was exceedingly gentle—I had never met anyone so gentle in my life.”

“That girl was six years older than me. We met inside an instance. She… at first, I thought she seemed quite like a housewife, and later I discovered she indeed was. Her skill was called Gentle as Water, birthed from her very nature.”

“She simply enjoyed cooking and tidying up. I was quite astonished back then, because in my view, who could genuinely enjoy such things?”

“She said there was nothing wrong with liking these things. What people disliked was losing themselves and being forced into doing only these tasks. She genuinely enjoyed them, but whenever she didn’t feel like doing them, she simply refrained, while continuously maintaining her ability to learn, ready to pursue other things she liked at any moment. The power of choice rested in her hands.”

“Once a person caters to others for their sake and gives up their choices, they lose themselves, and everything they once loved turns burdensome.”

“That also leads to growing steadily sensitive, anxious, tormented, conflicted, and irritable. One begins craving control, because the sense of deprivation from losing oneself creates a desperate urge to acquire something to fill the void.”

“Her emotional state was extraordinarily stable; at times, I felt she truly remained unmoved by external gains or personal losses, much like a Bodhisattva.”

“And her strength was by no means lacking either. She could always use that gentle, tranquil composure that embraced all things—much like a bottomless lake—to make NPCs willingly drown themselves within it. The charm she possessed represented the strongest female power I had ever witnessed.”

“She ranked up all the way to S6, yet regrettably… she lost her way in an instance.”

A look of regret surfaced across Shen Qingchen’s face.

“The game is just like that—no one knows whether they will emerge alive or die in their next instance, much like reality itself.”

“I am telling you all this not to force my views onto you. I simply hope you can be yourself and face your physiological differences head-on. It isn’t your fault, nor does it mean you are weak.”

“People are born different. Some love exquisite, gorgeous dresses and sparkling jewelry, while others love cold, heavy blades and majestic armor.”

“Some are born towering like trees reaching the sky, yet others sway like delicate grass. Some are the sun, some are the moon, some are stars, and others are invisible specks of dust.”

“You are unique. Be yourself, and pursue what you desire.”

“Poor health is not your fault. You don’t need to hate your sensitivity because of it, for that is an innate ability you were born with as well. Your body feels pain because you were born slightly weaker than others, but this wasn’t your choice—you cannot hurt her even further simply because she is in pain.”

“She is the sole entity that feels what you feel. Your heart and your body—you are one.”

She took Bai Cha’s hand, placing it over her heart.

“Listen, she has been crying all this time. She is telling you that she is in pain, hoping you will treat yourself well, love her a little more, and ease her suffering.”

“Bai Cha, if you are unwilling to accept this, then you ought to accept fate all the more—learn to accept your lot so that you can change it!”

Bai Cha pursed her lips tightly, weeping uncontrollably.

Unwilling to cry too loudly, she held it in, resulting in violent hiccups that made her chest throb with even sharper pain.

Helpless, Shen Qingchen patted her back to help soothe her breath.

“Cry it out; don’t hold it in.”

Yet Bai Cha still couldn’t bring herself to cry out loud.

Refraining from forcing her, Shen Qingchen took the bowl from her hands first.

“I believe you actually understand all these principles. You have always been an extraordinarily intelligent, earnest, and formidable person. When I was your age, I couldn’t accomplish what you have.”

“You fall ill constantly, having endured pain beyond what ordinary people can bear, growing up properly to where you are today—you have already surpassed so many people. You deserve praise, compliments, and you deserve to hold love and be loved.”

“After all, you’ve never considered yourself weak, have you? But you lack certainty, constantly wavering between arrogance and insecurity. What you need is confidence.”

Bai Cha nodded, sobbing continuously, incapable of uttering a single word.

Yet the emotional waves, paired with the pain relief taking effect, brought about a wave of drowsiness.

Saying nothing further, Shen Qingchen coaxed her into finishing her food.

Bai Cha fell asleep.

Packing up the food box, Shen Qingchen fetched some warm water to wipe away the tear tracks on her face.

In the afternoon, Bai Cha woke up; it was time for her discharge.

Yang Qingyun came to pick them up.

Bai Cha rarely visited other people’s homes—or rather, she never had.

Shen Qingchen’s home was a spacious, bright 120-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

Fresh roses filled the apartment—red, white, and pink—blooming inside flower vases.

However, these flowers were placed quite high up, likely out of fear the child might touch them.

An elderly nanny was tending to the child; a baby merely a few months old was crawling on the floor playing with a ball. Hearing the noise, the baby turned her head around, excitedly reaching out her tiny hands.

Bai Cha stood at the doorway feeling somewhat constrained.

Shen Qingchen guided her inside to sit down, while Yang Qingyun had already naturally scooped up the child.

Seeing this, the nanny asked, “Sir, Ma’am, should I remain here for now or head back?”

“You can head back first,” Yang Qingyun said.

The nanny nodded, departing shortly after.

Meanwhile, Bai Cha was locking eyes flush with Shen Qingchen’s child.

The little girl looked very much like her mother, staring at Bai Cha with eyes full of curiosity.

Big eyes locking with small eyes, Shen Qingchen found it amusing from the side.

“What, do you two recognize each other? Come, let me introduce you—this is my daughter, Yang Yue-xi, nickname Silly Egg.”

Bai Cha: “…”

“Why is her nickname Silly Egg?”

When the little girl grew up and learned her nickname, wouldn’t she turn introverted?