I, Yan Huan, Have Leveled Up!

Hours later.

Inside a ward room.

A person and a dog lay side-by-side on two hospital beds, both bandaged and with one leg in a full cast.

Yan Huan lay on the hospital bed like a mummy, but his mouth couldn't stop moving. He ate fruit from the fruit basket beside him while watching TV.

"Peel that grape for me," Yan Huan commanded.

March 7th: "..."

Beside the bed, March 7th speechlessly picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit basket and peeled them for him one by one.

"Heh~ Ptooey!"

With a spitting sound, a black spot instantly appeared on March 7th's pretty face.

March 7th: "..."

The cool sensation of the grape seed made her blood pressure gradually rise.

"Are you trying to die?" March 7th said in a low voice, enunciating each word.

She removed the grape seed from her face and threw it into the trash can beside them.

As soon as March 7th started scolding, Yan Huan slumped his body, his voice hoarse:

"I... I'm dying..."

"That's because you brought it upon yourself," March 7th continued peeling grapes unhappily, scolding as she worked.

"Asta told you not to go near Peipei, and you were still buddying up with it. If not you, then who should be disciplined?"

Yan Huan raised a bandaged hand and retorted, "I was showing compassion to a fellow soldier. General Pei's contributions are undeniable. How could I stand by and watch it eat such boring things?"

March 7th put on a stern face and stuffed a grape into his mouth:

"Isn't it normal for dogs to eat dog food? The Sea Overlord Stick you fed it, even humans wouldn't eat it!"

Yan Huan said seriously, "But it ate it."

March 7th: "..."

On the adjacent hospital bed, Peipei lay there in a cast, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It mumbled:

"Woof woof... (My life is over)"

Yan Huan turned his head to comfort it:

"General Pei, what is the meaning of a mundane dog life? Even if it's fleeting like fireworks, it's still a struggle for freedom!"

March 7th frowned:

"Peipei isn't wearing a translation helmet right now. How exactly are you communicating with it?"

Yan Huan: "I don't know either. Maybe my brainwaves are different from ordinary people's."

March 7th: "Abnormal brainwaves? Anyone who can understand you isn't a normal person anymore, are they?"

Yan Huan: "Perhaps. I almost lost a great general today. It seems I'll have to be more low-key in my interactions with General Pei from now on."

Peipei: "Woof~ (Indeed)"

March 7th: "..."

In the entire ward, besides the two people and one dog, there was no one else.

Outside the room, Arlan, following Asta's orders, was guarding the line, absolutely forbidden to let Yan Huan take Peipei away to play cards again.

"Ah, Aeon of Joy," Arlan bowed repeatedly upon seeing the newcomer.

Aha waved his hand, "Don't bother with that. Where is that brat? Is your Station Master done playing?"

"He... he's done. Mr. Yan Huan has woken up after the doctor's rescue and is now inside with Peipei, receiving follow-up treatment."

"Heh," Aha sneered, walking towards the ward with his hands behind his back.

In his sight, a pink-haired person sat by the bedside, their pink-blue eyes filled with anger, yet still helplessly serving the mummy with a plaster-casted leg on the bed.

Aha's lips curved upwards, and he said contemptuously as he walked, "Yo, kid, you've got a tough life, huh? Still got that itchy hand or not?"

Yan Huan calmly replied:

"My conscience is clear, and all my actions are just!"

Aha gave a thumbs-up:

"Amazing, truly amazing."

He glanced at the dog lying on the adjacent hospital bed and marveled.

"Damn, I wouldn't stoop to playing cards with a dog, and you still claim to be in good mental health!"

March 7th also nodded:

"Who knows what he was thinking. If Himeko hadn't asked me to keep an eye on him, I would have left long ago."

Aha tsk-tsked in admiration:

"You're something else, too. You had so many seeds spat all over your clothes and you could still put up with it."

"Huh?" March 7th looked down.

She saw that her clothes were indeed covered in… there were about 12 black dots in her line of sight, and she immediately became furious.

She quickly grabbed a pillow and smashed it hard at the mummy on the bed, "Bang, bang, bang—!!"

"Damn it, Yan Huan, you did that on purpose, right! Are you blind?! Can't you tell the difference between the trash can and me?! Look how much you spat on my clothes, damn it! I think your mouth should go too, let's just seal it up with plaster!"

The mummy on the bed groaned as it was hit. He wanted to shout something, but he couldn't under March 7th's stormy onslaught.

Aha directly pulled over a chair and sat down opposite the bed.

He even managed to get a dining table from somewhere, set the cutlery, and started eating steak with red wine on the spot.

He ate while watching.

More than ten minutes later.

The mummy crawled on the bed, trembling, and picked the grape seeds off March 7th's clothes one by one.

One was too far to reach. Just as Yan Huan was about to give up, he saw March 7th's murderous glare from above.

Yan Huan: "..."

He trembled and reached with difficulty for the grape seed stuck to his clothes.

At this moment, Herta walked in.

"What... are you guys doing?"

As soon as she entered, she saw a mummy crawling on the bed, holding his bandaged hand tremblingly, touching something on March 7th.

And the Aeon Aha was sitting opposite the bed, cutting steak with great interest, having already finished more than half a bottle of red wine.

"Help! They're abusing a patient! Help! Help, mmmph."

Stuffing a banana into the mummy's mouth, March 7th turned back to explain:

"It's all this guy's fault, he spat all the grape seeds on my clothes!"

Herta nodded, not particularly concerned:

"Oh, I just came to check on you. Asta isn't that angry anymore. Now, have Yan Huan kowtow to her a few times, and today's matter will be settled."

Yan Huan: "?"

He swallowed the unpeeled banana in one gulp, shocked:

"Wait, I'm already like this, and I still have to kowtow to her a few times? I even helped her take care of General Pei, why doesn't she kowtow to me?"

A few minutes later.

Asta stood by the hospital bed and nodded, leaving very satisfied.

And on that hospital bed, Yan Huan and General Pei were both sprawled on the bed, looking quite pathetic.

Opposite the bed, Aha had already opened two bottles of red wine and eaten several servings of steak.

March 7th was earnestly advising by the side:

"Did you hear that? You're not allowed to corrupt Peipei anymore, or you'll have to come here again."

The mummy turned over, lying flat on the hospital bed, and hugged the equally bandaged General Pei into his arms.

"Heh, that's hilarious."

March 7th: "..."

Just as the mummy was following the principle of admitting fault verbally but repeating the offense, In his consciousness space, a long-lost electronic sound echoed.

[Detected that the host's 'Lie Flat' experience is sufficient. Do you wish to upgrade the Stellaron?]

"Hm?"

He directly thought 'yes' in his mind.

Immediately, Yan Huan felt a surge of powerful energy flow through his meridians, filling his entire body.

He felt refreshed, and didn't even need the bandages anymore.

"Bang!" He leaped up abruptly.

March 7th and Peipei: "???"

The mummy landed steadily on the table, shattering the plaster cast on his feet with one stomp.

"Bang—!!"

The Aeon of Joy couldn't help but wipe the plaster dust from his face and look up at this mummy who had suddenly landed on his table.

He pointed to his head and said helplessly to Yan Huan:

"...You should go get it checked out. There's no rush to be discharged."