Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 555: Worse than pigs and dogs

The beeping of the machine suddenly brought Wang Yingluo back to her senses.

She widened her eyes and looked fearfully and with deep resentment at a man and woman holding hands in the distance.

But she couldn’t make a sound, and the next second, her soul felt a tremendous pull, as if lightning struck and the earth spun, taking Wang Yingluo to an immensely dark place.

She couldn’t see anything, and her body felt as though it was bound by some invisible force, rendering her immobile.

Where was this?

What had happened?

Gradually, a cold sensation came over her body, and she heard familiar machine noises again, smelling the scent of disinfectant.

Hospital!

She was in a hospital!

That withered-looking woman was herself!

After the medical accident, her body hadn’t died, she had become a vegetable!

Her soul had now returned to her own body!

This realization made Wang Yingluo’s mind shatter.

No!

Let me out!

I don’t want to stay in this body!

When she had previously seen her body, it seemed she also saw a soul inside it, that of a young girl, the real Wang Dahua from Xiaoxi Village!

Which meant that Wang Dahua had been trapped inside her body for three years!

Three years, over a thousand days and nights!

The thought of being trapped indefinitely in her own body filled her with waves of despair.

At that moment, she heard sounds other than the machine’s, as if someone had opened the door and several footsteps entered.

"Doctor, is my daughter about to wake up? I saw her eyelids moving!"

An elderly voice reached her, and Wang Yingluo stiffened.

It was her dad’s voice, accompanied by sobbing, presumably her good-for-nothing mom.

Decades ago, her parents had already appeared worn and aged from labor, looking decades older than their actual age.

Even after she started making money, she didn’t want to bring them to the big city, finding them embarrassing and annoying.

She even refused to give them her address because she worried they would send all sorts of useless stuff—potatoes, green beans, eggs, cured meat, things that could be bought anywhere. Those things would spoil by the time they arrived, yet despite her protests, they kept sending them.

They thought non-pesticide products were better, not realizing the concept of organic vegetables had long been introduced in big cities. People of their generation just liked doing thankless hard work.

Before the accident, she hadn’t contacted them voluntarily for six months.

Could it be... that they had been the ones looking after her in the hospital these three years?

Wang Yingluo couldn’t quite identify her feelings.

"Some vegetative patients may occasionally open their eyes, blink, or move their fingers, but that doesn’t mean she’s about to wake up. On the contrary, the machines indicate that Wang Yingluo’s bodily functions are deteriorating. The hospital costs are too high, and you’ve already survived three years. For humanitarian reasons, the hospital suggests you take her home..."

"That’s not possible, Doctor. She’s our only child, we can’t give up on her," her mother said with a heavy accent in Mandarin, her tone frantic.

Her dad also urgently pleaded with the doctor, "Doctor Liu, we’re just at the hospital, maybe she’ll wake up one day, but if we take her home, we can only wait for her to die. She’s not even forty, still so young, we can’t give up on her."

"My daughter still has money in her account, we want to continue treatment!"

A tear rolled down from the corner of Wang Yingluo’s eyes.

She had saved a substantial amount of money, enough to ensure her parents’ carefree life for the latter part of their lives, and since she had neither married nor had sons, only her parents were her heirs.

They could have given up on the treatment and inherited her estate.

But they didn’t.

A callous and ungrateful daughter, where was she worth such goodness from them?

In that moment, true regret welled up inside her.

A regret from the depths of her heart.

It seemed like a memory from her childhood surfaced in her mind, sitting under a big tree with her parents, her father pointing at the stars above and telling her the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, while her mother fanned her to keep the mosquitoes away.

Back then, she was naïve and unworried about comparing herself to others, free from inferiority complexes, her happiest moments were simply enjoying candy, and occasionally a fifty-cent ice cream was enough to make her feel blissful.

Why did she have to consider herself so exceptional?

Why did she have to throw away the shackles of morality?

Why couldn’t she see the people who genuinely cared for her, despising them, considering them a disgrace!

Her intelligence should not have been misused.

She lost to Murong Jiu because she was arrogant and deluded, thinking she could manipulate ancient beings at will, believing she truly controlled Jun Yuyan, believing her knowledge of history made her omnipotent and omniscient.

She was wrong! She was outrageously wrong!

She deeply regretted not cherishing the two people who loved her the most.

In this world, only parents will love you unconditionally.

But what use was regret when she was trapped in her body, using up all her strength yet unable to open her eyes?

She regained her sense of touch and could clearly feel how weak she was; without the hospital equipment, she might not survive a week.

But living like this, what was the difference from being dead?

For her, it was nothing but torture.

...

Wang Dahua, supported by Fu Rong and Hong Yi, no, Wang Yingluo, opened her eyes.

She looked around blankly at the people surrounding her, her expression panicked and confused.

"Amitabha."

It was a success.

Master Hui Jue stepped back to the side.

It had actually worked! Truly miraculous.

Empress Dowager Qi crowded forward, staring at Wang Dahua.

A person’s appearance and stature might be the same, but the eyes cannot lie, and just by looking into her eyes, everyone could see that this body harbored a different soul.

Murong Jiu spoke to her gently,

"Do not be afraid, we will not harm you. How are you feeling, is there any discomfort?"

Wang Dahua was unsteady on her feet, wholly dependent on others for support; she wanted to stand up straight, but her legs were too weak, as if she had forgotten how to stand.

But she shook her head, fear and apprehension the only things visible in her gaze.

"It seems that she doesn’t remember her past."

Murong Jiu whispered to Jun Yuyan.

If a person returned from a peculiar place to a familiar era, seeing familiar attire should feel exhilarating.

"Amitabha, it is good that Lady Benefactor does not remember her past life,"

Master Hui Jue spoke.

Murong Jiu and Jun Yuyan nodded in agreement.

Indeed, it was a good thing.

Being trapped in an immobile body for three years was nothing short of a nightmare, likely leaving significant psychological scars.

Her current fear was probably caused by her previous experiences in Xiaoxi Village.

Her male relatives were no better than beasts.

Murong Jiu said, "Let’s help her to the dining hall to rest."

They said they were helping, but it was almost as if they were carrying her, for Wang Dahua’s legs were too weak to walk, but she was somewhat stronger when standing than at the beginning.

Watching Wang Dahua being led away to rest by Hong Yi and Fu Rong, Empress Dowager Qi did not follow them; instead, she turned around, looking somewhat uneasy towards Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu.

"You haven’t had lunch yet, would you like to join us for a vegetarian meal? I mean, there are no restaurants nearby, and you have nowhere else to eat, so why not settle for some simple vegetarian meal instead of going hungry?"

As she spoke, she justified her suggestion to herself.