Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Shen Ying slowly woke up on the clean white hospital bed, and the first thing she saw was her best friend He Qi's tired but concerned face.

He Qi quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Shen Ying, you're finally awake! You have no idea how scared you scared everyone." Shen Ying weakly opened her mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to me?"

He Qi sighed and replied, "You suddenly fainted in the neighborhood. Everyone around you panicked and rushed you to the hospital."

He Qi paused for a moment, then continued, "The doctor gave you a thorough and detailed examination. It was quite a tense situation."

They discovered that your nervous system had suffered extremely severe damage, your brain was in a state of extreme fatigue, and all your bodily functions were severely disordered. Simply put, you were about to die!

Holy crap, I was so scared I almost ended up in bed with you! Luckily, you recovered pretty quickly; even the doctor said it was a miracle.

Hearing the commotion outside, Mr. and Mrs. Shen rushed over. Mrs. Shen held Shen Ying's hand, tears streaming down her face: "You troublesome child, you've worried us so much. How did you get yourself into this state? Is your work too tiring? Why don't you quit your job and come home? Your parents will support you!"

Mr. Shen nodded in agreement, but also comforted his wife, saying, "Don't worry too much. Didn't the doctor say that our daughter is recovering quickly and her condition has stabilized?"

Shen Ying was in a double room, but she was alone; the other bed was empty.

Shen Ying's awakening dispelled the previously dull atmosphere in the room, making it much more lively. The group started chatting and laughing, with the other three doing most of the talking, while Shen Ying acted as a quiet listener.

In the dead of night, the sound of steady breathing echoed softly in the hospital ward. The person on the bed slept soundly, and the mysterious totem on her chest quietly emitted a faint glow.

The light was like a few small stars that occasionally twinkled in the night, appearing and disappearing intermittently. But soon, the light slowly spread out, like a soft veil, gently unfolding and extending.

The sheer, veil-like light swayed gently, tenderly enveloping her entire body. Every inch of her skin was lightly touched by the light, as if infused with a warm and mysterious energy.

The light flickered, like tiny flames dancing in the night breeze, or like a school of shimmering fish swimming in the deep sea.

The light quietly and meticulously repaired her. The surrounding air seemed to be affected by the light, filled with a peculiar atmosphere, as if one had stepped into a dreamlike and mysterious world.

That day, the doctor held Shen Ying's follow-up examination report and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, "This is simply unbelievable! In all my years of medical practice, I have never seen a patient recover so quickly."

Your vital signs not only meet the discharge criteria, but also far exceed the normal recovery level. This is truly astonishing!

Shen Ying really didn't understand why the doctor was making such a fuss. In fact, since she woke up, she felt fine. Although she felt a heavy sense of fatigue, she didn't feel like she had just been pulled back from the brink of death.

She asked doubtfully, "Doctor, can I be discharged now?"

The doctor nodded repeatedly: "Of course you can, but you must pay attention to rest and not be careless. Although such an extraordinary recovery speed is rare, the subsequent recuperation is also crucial."

In the end, Shen Ying was discharged from the hospital smoothly.

After being discharged from the hospital, Shen Ying did not return to her rented apartment, but instead went back to her hometown with her parents to recuperate.

Mrs. Shen walked into the room, carrying a bowl of steaming chicken soup. She said loudly, "Daughter, come on, have some chicken soup to nourish your body. Don't worry, I've scraped off all the oil for you."

Shen Ying said helplessly, "Mom, I'm much better now. Please stop making this chicken soup. Look, I've got a 'spare tire' now." As she spoke, she squeezed a bulge of flesh out from her waist.

Mrs. Shen rolled her eyes: "With your small frame, where would you get a swimming ring! Listen to me, drink the chicken soup!"

Faced with her mother's domineering and forceful love, Shen Ying was powerless to resist and could only obediently submit, drinking the bowl of chicken soup full of love like a meek little lamb.

At this moment, Mr. Shen also walked into the room and said, "Daughter, how was your day?"

Shen Ying took a sip of the chicken soup that her mother had successfully rendered oily, and nodded: "Hehe, I'm fine, Dad."

Mr. Shen glanced at the bowl, which Shen Ying had half-eaten and still contained half chicken and broth, and then looked at the helplessness on his daughter's face. He winked at her knowingly, then put his arm around his wife's shoulder and said, "Honey, I'm pregnant. What are you planning to cook today? Let's cook together!"

As he spoke, Mr. Shen led Mrs. Shen out of the room. When he closed the door, he gave Shen Ying a look that seemed to say: Daughter, how about that? Isn't Dad loyal?

Shen Ying felt helpless. What good would it do to drag her mother out? She still had to eat the bowl of chicken soup that she had been drinking for more than a week, soup and all.

Another week has passed, and although she still feels tired, Shen Ying has decided to return to her post.

Shen Ying stepped back into the company gate, a place that was both incredibly familiar and yet felt somewhat unfamiliar.

As soon as her colleagues saw her, they swarmed around her like a swarm of bees. Shen Ying was utterly flattered; this was unprecedented treatment for her!

"Hey, Shen Ying, you're finally back! We've been waiting for you so long!" Xiao Li's loud voice almost lifted the roof off.

"Exactly! When you're not around, work feels so dull!" Xiao Wang blinked, his expression exaggerated.

Shen Ying waved her hand with a smile: "Look at what you're saying, I'm back now, don't act like I've been missing for years!"

As soon as she returned to her seat, Shen Ying was startled by the mountain of documents that piled up in front of her.

"My goodness, this is going to kill me! No wonder they're so enthusiastic towards me, haha." She was on the verge of tears, but still quickly buried herself in her work.

The office was bustling with activity, the keyboards clattering loudly. After a long day, as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the workday, Shen Ying slumped into her chair like a deflated balloon.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted after this day!" she complained as she walked out.

On her way home, Shen Ying suddenly didn't want to order takeout anymore, so she unusually went into the fresh produce section of the supermarket.

Back home, Shen Ying busied herself in the kitchen, accidentally putting salt in the food instead of sugar. She took a bite, stuck out her tongue, and exclaimed, "Ugh, this taste is absolutely 'disastrous'! If only..."

Huh? What do you mean? Shen Ying shook her head, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't remember what.

After dinner, she made herself a cup of tea and sat on the balcony, enjoying it immensely, when suddenly a mosquito flew over and buzzed in her ear.

She stomped her feet in anger and waved her hands to shoo it away: "Brother Mosquito, please have mercy on me! My little body can't take your torment!"

The mosquito ignored her pleas and swooped down to bite her arm. Shen Ying cried out "Ouch!" and quickly swatted at her arm, but missed.

"Hmph, you little mosquito, you're really arrogant!" She glared angrily, picked up a fan from the side, and started fanning the mosquito vigorously.

The mosquitoes dodged left and right, occasionally sneaking up behind her to attack. Shen Ying was panting heavily from the mosquitoes' antics, but she still refused to give up.

"I'm going to take you down today!" she said, changing tactics as she quietly approached the mosquito and then swung her fan with lightning speed.

Finally, with a "smack," the mosquito was swatted to the ground. Shen Ying smiled smugly: "You're still too green to mess with me!"

As a result, Shen Ying, who was standing on the sofa, was feeling smug and complacent after successfully defeating the annoying mosquito when suddenly everything went black and she saw stars.

Like a heavy, uncontrollable weight, she plummeted straight to the ground without warning. In that instant, her heart leaped into her throat, and her mind went completely blank.