Celeste Grant glanced at him, then at the doctors and nurses beside her.

At this moment, she felt like a giant panda at the zoo. ’Understandable, though. It’s certainly a rarity for someone in a vegetative state to wake up. But being surrounded by so many people is just so awkward.’

Still, Celeste Grant was very cooperative.

"Yes, I know. My name is Celeste Grant."

"Doctor, that’s five fingers. I’m fully awake."

The doctor continued his questions.

"Do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?"

’How could I not know?’

’I know all too well.’

She had been struck by lightning after reading a trashy Cultivation novel. Then she’d transmigrated into the book, into the Cultivation World, and discovered it was a real place.

"I remember. I was struck by lightning, everything went black, and I passed out. I don’t know what happened after that."

"And what did you feel before you woke up?"

"Well... I saw my parents. They were chasing me with a huge Wolf Fang Club, trying to beat me up. Then, I suddenly woke up."

Celeste Grant spouted this nonsense with a completely straight face, looking as if it were the solemn truth. The doctors and nurses standing by her bed listened with astonishment.

The doctor jotted down notes while speaking to the colleague beside him. "Which is to say, even after she fell into a vegetative state, she retained some level of self-awareness. Perhaps the girl missed her parents so much in her subconscious that it stimulated her brain, allowing her to wake up."

According to the police, this girl, Celeste Grant, had parents who both went missing when she was very young. They were never found and were eventually declared dead. ’What a poor thing! So it’s perfectly normal for her to miss her parents. Maybe their spirits are truly watching over her from heaven.’

"She can communicate normally. It seems she’s really recovered."

Celeste Grant gave a dry laugh.

’Sorry to trouble you, Doctor.’

She continued to play the part of a harmless innocent.

Celeste Grant asked, "Doctor, how long was I out?"

The doctor glanced at her and said, "A little over a month. You fell into a vegetative state after you collapsed, and we all thought you wouldn’t wake up. We didn’t expect you to come to so quickly. Congratulations, you’ve recovered."

"Haha, thank you, Doctor."

"Don’t mention it. We were just doing our job."

’A little over a month?’

That came as a surprise to Celeste Grant.

To think that after all her time in the Cultivation World, only a month had passed here. ’It means the flow of time is different between here and there. Oh well, that’s not important.’

"It’s a miracle you were able to wake up this time."

"Congratulations, all your vitals are healthy. But just to be safe, you’ll need to stay for two more days of observation. If everything looks good, you can be discharged."

"Okay, Doctor. Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

From the doctor, she learned that her attorney was the one who had handled her hospital admission. As for the medical bills, they were deducted directly from her account.

Her attending physician mentioned that after she fell into a vegetative state, some distant relatives came out of the woodwork, wanting a piece of her fortune. They even got into a huge brawl in the hospital hallway over it. But in the end, the state intervened, declared they had no inheritance rights, and had them forcibly removed.

’Hilarious!’

As the city’s biggest rental property owner, Celeste Grant not only had an attorney but also an entire rent-collection team.

To prevent anyone with malicious intent from harming her, Celeste Grant had made preparations long ago. If she had no heir and met with an accident, her assets were to be temporarily frozen and entrusted to the state. Her attorney would oversee everything. As for the lawyer’s salary, she had already paid it out for a hundred years into the future.

So, if anything happened to her, as long as her heart was still beating, she would continue to receive medical care. If she woke up, her assets would automatically return to her. If she died, her entire estate would go to the state. So where would those distant relatives even get the right to inherit?

Celeste Grant didn’t have any relatives in this world, let alone immediate family. This was why, after transmigrating to the Cultivation World, she had come to see the female side character’s parents as her own.

The moment Celeste Grant woke up in the hospital, her attorney, Leo, rushed over.

Leo’s full name was Nana Warren, and yes, she was a woman. She carried a briefcase and wore a women’s suit, looking every bit the successful professional.

The moment she saw her, she slid over on her knees, grabbed her hand, and looked up with teary eyes. "Miss, you’re finally awake!"

"Heaven be praised! This old servant thought I’d never see you again."

’Such a bootlicker.’

’No wonder she landed a long-term job at such a young age—with full benefits and a contract running a hundred years into the future. That’s right, I was the one who gave it to her. She’s just that useful, always on call. She’s not just my personal attorney; she wears multiple hats. Cooking, driving, running errands... she does it all. That money was well spent.’

Celeste Grant pulled her hand back.

"Leo, you’re as dramatic as ever."

"Miss, I’m just so happy to see you awake! When the hospital called, I couldn’t believe it." As she spoke, she patted Celeste’s hand. "It’s real. I’m not dreaming."

Celeste Grant knew that after she had lost consciousness, Leo must have been running herself ragged taking care of her.

Thinking of this, she said, "You’ve worked hard during this time. I’ll send you a million as a bonus."

HISS...

’That much!’

"Thank you, Miss! I am your faithful servant!"

’She just gives me too much.’

All this time, plenty of people had mocked her for being a bootlicker, a perfectly good lawyer working like a beast of burden for someone else. Heh, and she just mocked them for being poor. ’People like them wouldn’t have the good fortune to be the Miss’s bootlicker even if they wanted to. That’s why I’m her right-hand woman, and no one can take that from me. Who cares who you work like a horse for, especially when the Miss pays so much?’ That was why after Celeste Grant was struck by lightning, it was Nana Warren who had tirelessly rushed to the hospital every other day to care for her.

Celeste Grant smiled.

The woman before her looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with sharp, handsome features. She was the very picture of a successful career woman. But a bootlicker was a bootlicker.

To Leo, she had only been unconscious for a month. But for Celeste Grant, a very, very long time had passed since she’d last seen her. After all, her son was already fifteen years old now. An absurdity like that... no one would believe her even if she told them.

Thinking of this, she said with a smile, "Leo, what if I told you that after I passed out, I transmigrated to the Cultivation World and even found a husband? My son has already grown into a handsome young man. Would you believe me?"

Leo froze for a second before saying with a deadpan expression, "Of course I believe you. Why wouldn’t I? I believe anything you say, Miss. By the way, what novel is this from? Is it any good? Seeing you talk so much right after waking up means you’re really okay."

Apparently, no one believed the truth.

As Leo got up, she didn’t forget to press her palms together and bow.

"Thank you, ancestors, for protecting my Miss and letting her recover her health." ’My iron rice bowl is safe.’

Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

And so, Celeste Grant stayed in the hospital for another day.

The next day, she had Leo handle the discharge procedures, and they went home.

Sitting in the car.

Leo was driving.

Celeste Grant immediately took out her phone and transferred a million to her.

Hearing the notification.

Leo, who was driving, broke into a grin so wide it was almost crooked.

"Thank you, Miss."

"You’ve earned it. You worked hard during this time."

"It’s my honor to be of service to you, Miss."

On the way back.

Celeste Grant was quiet.

She watched the strange yet familiar scenery outside the car window.

She was really back.

Her thoughts turned to Javier Sinclair.

’I wonder how he’s doing now.’