"Ugh..."
Mingya's eyes fluttered open, feeling groggy and disoriented. As she looked around the dimly lit room, she noticed the elegant floral patterns on the walls and the antique fixtures that shone in the low light.
To her right was a porcelain sink with gold fixtures, and in the corner of the room was a clawfoot bathtub with intricately carved feet.
Mingya caught a whiff of sweet lavender, which emanated from a bouquet on a nearby table. But the pleasant scent was quickly overpowered by the pungent metallic smell of blood, causing Mingya to gag and cover her nose.
It also reminded her where she was.
Mingya muttered to herself, "Damn it...What the hell was that?" as she remembered the sensation of vomiting blood. Her stomach churned at the memory, and she felt a queasiness that threatened to overcome her.
"System?" she called out to the system trying to know how much time has passed.
[Ding!]
[Welcome back, Host. It has been approximately 2 hours since your last log in.]
[Status:
Name: Charlotte Valois (Wang Mingya)
Level: 1
Experience: 0/100(+10)
Title: None
Job: None
Health: 15/20(Terminally ill)
Strength: 10
Stamina: 10/15
Agility: 12
(Author's note: The character's health is measured on a scale of 0 to 100. However, due to her terminal illness, the protagonist's health is fixed at 20.)]
Mingya studied her status and came to the stark realization of the severity of her condition. She couldn't believe her plans had been thwarted yet again, and she knew she needed to find a way to rid herself of this illness.
With a heavy sigh, she muttered, "It seems like this world just won't give me a break, will it?"
Mingya carefully considered her options and knew that there was only one way to find out if her illness was curable or not.
She needed to seek out the 'Miracle Doctor', a side lead of the novel who resided in the Capital city.
Rumors about the Miracle Doctor were widespread. Some said he was a powerful mage, while others claimed he had access to ancient healing techniques. Regardless of the truth, Mingya knew that if anyone could cure her illness, it was him.
She thought to herself, "At least the 'Miracle Doctor' is better than the one from 'Zero Dawn.' In the novel, he was barely present and didn't seem to have much interest in the female lead. I hope that he'll be able to help me"
Suddenly Mingya wrinkled her nose as the smell of blood mixed with lavender clung to her skin and clothes. She couldn't stand it any longer, so she decided to take a bath.
"Ugh, this is disgusting. I need to wash this off," she muttered to herself as she stood up and made her way to the clawfoot bathtub.
As she approached the bathtub, she could see that it was big enough to fit two people. She turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water filled the room.
She took off her clothes, revealing her stunning figure, toned and smooth without a blemish. It was clear that despite her illness, Charlotte had taken great care of her body, and it radiated a natural beauty that was hard to ignore.
As she settled into the water, her long, slender legs emerged from the surface, their smooth skin glimmering in the soft light of the room. Her toned abdomen and perky breasts were on full display, accentuated by the gentle curve of her hips.
As she leaned her head back against the rim of the tub, her hair cascaded down her back in a disheveled mess of brown strands. The water droplets clung to her skin, but she paid them no attention, lost in thought about her situation.
_______
In Edward's Room.
Edward gazed out of the window, lost in thought, as the sky above grew darker with every passing moment. The erratic weather seemed to mirror the chaos that had consumed his day.
Suddenly, a soft knock echoed through the room, followed by a familiar voice.
"May I come in?" Evelyn asked, her voice gentle and soothing.
Edward sighed, knowing he couldn't deny her request. "Come in, Eve."
She walked in with quiet grace and sat on his bed, patting the space beside her as an invitation for him to join her. Edward walked over to her and settled in beside her, unsure of what to say.
Evelyn's gaze swept over him, and she spoke softly. "What happened?"