The Return of the God Level Assassin Chapter 2 WHO IS THIS FAIRY??

LUO YAN's eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling as though an elephant was pressing down on his eyelids, making it a struggle to lift them. The first sight to greet him was a stark white ceiling, followed by the pungent aroma of strong disinfectants filling his nostrils. Amidst the profound silence, the rhythmic beeping of a machine beside his bed was the only audible sound. It wasn't long before Luo Yan recognized his surroundings.

He was in a hospital room.

The question of why he was there flooded his mind, and as if in response, a torrent of memories crashed down upon him.

The initial recollection was of him happily departing his college dormitory. It was his first day at a new job, and he was brimming with excitement. He had left early, determined to make a favorable impression on his superiors. However, just as he was about to step out, a potted plant plummeted directly towards his face.

Luo Yan truly believed that was the end of him. Yet, waking up again suggested he hadn't actually died. But what about his job? Had someone notified them of his accident? They wouldn't simply fire him for this, would they? It was an unfortunate accident, not his fault at all. The blame lay squarely with the foolish individual who had dropped the potted plant. Luo Yan vowed that if he ever discovered who was responsible, a simple punch wouldn't suffice.

How long had he been here, anyway?

Luo Yan attempted to move, only to discover he was incapable. Panic began to set in. What if that falling potted plant had damaged his brain, rendering him paralyzed? No, wait. He could still feel sensations in his hands and feet. In fact, his entire body ached significantly. Furthermore, he felt utterly drained. Well, at least this meant he wasn't paralyzed. Nevertheless, Luo Yan detested this state of weakness.

Just then, he heard the door creak open. As he slowly turned his head, he saw a nurse entering. Her eyes widened like saucers upon seeing him. She promptly moved towards the wall-mounted telephone. "Hello, yes, please call Dr. Han. The patient in the VIP room has just woken up. No, I'm serious. Why would I joke about something like that?"

A VIP room? Why would he be accommodated in a VIP room? Could the person responsible for this accident actually be a wealthy young master? Perhaps he felt remorseful, covered Luo Yan's hospital expenses, and secured him a VIP room? How magnanimous. But upon further reflection, that was precisely what he should have done. After all, he was the reason Luo Yan was hospitalized.

The nurse approached his bedside. "Are you feeling any discomfort?" she inquired kindly.

"J-just a--"

Luo Yan abruptly stopped. What was happening? Why could he not speak clearly? He tried again, but any vibration in his throat sent agonizing pain through him. It felt as though his vocal cords hadn't been used in a very long time.

"It's alright. You don't need to push yourself. I apologize if I suddenly asked you a question. I'm sure you must be quite bewildered right now. But rest assured, your doctor will be here shortly and will conduct a thorough examination. Everything will be okay."

Okay. That was rather unnerving. Why was this nurse speaking to him as if he were a child?

"But this is truly a miracle. Your family will be overjoyed when they learn you're awake."

His family? No, that was highly improbable. Those avaricious individuals likely didn't even know he was in the hospital.

"H-ho...w l-long... sl-sleep...ing?"

"Oh, how long have you been asleep?" Luo Yan nodded. The nurse's gaze suddenly softened with pity. "It's been seven years, second young master Luo."

If Luo Yan could have spoken, he would have likely let out a piercing scream. Seven years? Seven freaking years?! He had been in a coma for that duration? It was no wonder he felt so weak; no wonder he couldn't even articulate words. Then what about his job? He had probably been fired ages ago. What would become of his promising future?

He felt an urge to commit murder. Preferably of the scoundrel who had pushed that potted plant. Luo Yan didn't care if it was an accident or not. He didn't even care that the perpetrator hadn't shirked responsibility and had placed him in this VIP room. It wasn't enough. Seven years! He had lost seven years of his life! Luo Yan was determined to drain the bastard's finances dry until not a cent remained in his account. He would undoubtedly obtain what was rightfully his.

Then, Luo Yan suddenly recalled the nurse's address to him: Second young master Luo. Why would she call him that? Coupled with her other remarks, a vague suspicion began to form in his heart. But how could that be? This wasn't some fantasy novel; this was reality. Yet, what if his suspicion was correct?

"Mi...rror..."

"You desire a mirror?"

Luo Yan nodded once more.

Although the nurse found it slightly peculiar that the young master would suddenly request a mirror, she retrieved the compact mirror she always carried from her pocket. She held it up before the beautiful teenager.

Luo Yan's gaze snapped wide as he beheld his reflection. Staring back from the mirror was a youth, appearing no older than fourteen or fifteen. His long, black hair cascaded down, possessing a softness that begged to be touched. Large, peach blossom eyes, framed by sweeping lashes, rested above a small, upturned nose. His lips, though pale, held a delicate pink hue, and his skin was an unnatural, porcelain white, exuding an almost ethereal fragility.

Just who in the heavens was this celestial being?!