Discharged from Hospital, First Generation Coordinators (No one watches this anime, but it can't be that there's *no one*, right!)

About ten minutes later--

"Your body has recovered quite well. You can be discharged from the hospital."

The doctor smiled at Noer as he checked the medical records.

"I can be discharged?"

Noer was stunned. If he remembered correctly, he had suffered comminuted fractures in both hands, a broken leg bone, fractured ribs that had punctured his lungs, and intracranial hemorrhage...

Not dying on the spot was already... well, someone had died on the spot.

With injuries like these, back in the old days on Earth, let alone being discharged, it was a question whether you could even walk off the operating table alive.

But now you're telling me I can be discharged? And it's only been half a month!

Is it because they knew I couldn't afford the medical fees, so they decided to cut their losses?

"Yes, your body has basically recovered."

The doctor said with a smile. Seeing Noer's suspicious expression, he continued, "While your body hasn't fully healed, you can move around freely now. Just be careful in your daily life."

Actually, there were some things he didn't mention. The drugs and equipment Noer used were top-of-the-line from PLANT, which explained the rapid recovery. After all, Coordinators were still human.

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor!"

"Oh, right, what about my medical expenses?"

Noer didn't know the details. Since the doctor said so, he couldn't shamelessly stay any longer.

Besides, he had no money to pay the medical bills!

"You don't need to worry about that. Someone has already paid your medical expenses," the doctor said with a smile.

"Already paid? Who?" Noer was astonished. There was such a thing?

His medical bills were not cheap.

You have no idea the despair Noer felt when he woke up and saw his medical bill. If suicide hadn't hurt so much, he would have done it right then and there.

A full eight million! Eight million!

After deducting some welfare discounts and various government policies, there was still a deficit of over four million on the bill.

To be burdened with a four-million debt right after transmigrating? You might as well kill me. Maybe I could even transmigrate back while I'm at it.

So, when he learned that someone had already paid his medical bills, Noer felt like he was dreaming.

"It seems to be someone named Lau Le... something."

The doctor thought carefully and said, "I don't really pay attention to these things, so I can't recall his full name right away. But your medical expenses have indeed been paid in full."

"Lau Le?" Noer found the name a bit strange. He felt like he had heard it somewhere before but couldn't quite place it.

"You can go and complete the discharge procedures yourself later. Remember to rest well when you get back."

After ensuring Noer had no further questions, the doctor turned and left the room.

"Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. Anyway... Wait! I don't even know who hit me!"

Suddenly, Noer remembered something very important. He didn't even know who the culprit was!

The medical bills were settled, but what about his emotional distress?

P.L.A.N.T. was composed of 12 districts (called "cities"), each with its own specialized department.

These cities were arranged according to the Roman calendar months, and each city consisted of 10 colony satellites. For example, Januarius City was named Januarius One, Januarius Two, and so on.

That is—January, February, March, April...

Three days later, on July Colony.

"Noer, what's wrong? You seem distracted."

In the field, a man in a T-shirt interrupted Noer's thoughts.

"It's nothing. Maybe my body hasn't fully recovered yet," Noer snapped back to attention and smiled at the man.

The person before him was named Asya. A few days ago, Noer had almost been scared to death by the name, thinking he had immediately encountered the protagonist.

However, after understanding the memories of the original host, Noer realized he had overthought things. This guy, like him, was just an ordinary Coordinator. His name just happened to sound a bit like Athrun's.

Unlike Noer, who was a half-baked Coordinator, Asya was a genuine, properly adjusted Coordinator.

"Do you want to take a break? We don't have much to do today. I can finish it by myself," Asya said, quickly putting down his tools and stepping forward with concern.

"Do I look that fragile? Besides, the doctor told me to exercise more after being discharged; it would help my body recover," Noer declined Asya's offer.

"Is that so?"

Asya looked at Noer, who had straightened up and was starting to work again, and scratched his head in confusion.

"It's getting late. Let's finish up quickly so we can go back and eat."

"Okay..."

"So, how exactly am I supposed to survive?"

Noer mulled over his future while weeding, contemplating how he'd ended up here. He couldn't go back, that much was clear.

Therefore, his top priority now was to stay alive!

But as an orphaned boy, there were truly limited things he could do.

Yes, you read that right. Noer Cassia was an orphan, or rather, a war orphan.

In truth, the original owner's life had been extremely difficult.

Noer Cassia belonged to the First Generation Coordinators. They were considered incredibly cool back then, as the First Generation Coordinators were far superior to the Second Generation.

That Kira guy was a First Generation, and as for Lacus, Athrun, and some other big shots... he wasn't sure.

Anyway, the First Generation seemed pretty awesome.

However, this awesome setting encountered an anomaly with Noer.

According to the memories he now possessed.

His parents were both Naturals. However, unlike the wealthy families of other Coordinators, Noer's family wasn't well-off. They were only middle-class, or slightly below.

So, in terms of both financial resources and status, Noer shouldn't have been born.

But because his original mother had health issues and couldn't normally carry a fetus to term.

Noer's parents began searching everywhere in hopes of having a child.

Through a twist of fate, his parents were selected as test subjects to participate in the Coordinator trials.

However, their initial intentions differed from those of other test subjects.

Their primary goal wasn't for their child to be born with exceptional talent; they simply wanted a child. Thus, they didn't participate in the gene-modification project.

It could even be said to be ordinary in-vitro fertilization to conceive a child. At least, that's what the provided information stated, and it was free--

Still, Noer couldn't help but feel suspicious about this "free" service. After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch...

But his body's condition--compared to other Coordinators, it was truly inferior.

Setting aside his looks.

Just considering his memory, limb coordination, learning ability, and adaptability... it was simply no different from an ordinary person. Even a five-year-old child seemed stronger than him.

So, Noer had to admit that he truly seemed to be just an ordinary person--

However, it was precisely because his parents had modest expectations and requirements that Noer wasn't tragically abandoned like other fetuses that didn't make it, and was successfully born.

Originally, things would have ended with everyone happy.

The research institute and Noer's parents got what they needed, and each went their separate ways.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

It was ironic, really.

Noer didn't inherit the talents of the Coordinators, yet he bore the label of one.

As the conflict between Coordinators and Naturals escalated, Earth saw widespread purges—codenamed: Operation: Clean Purity.

Countless Coordinators who hadn't left Earth were brutally murdered.

Noer's parents perished in that catastrophe as well. Fortunately, a kind neighbor took him in, and Noer narrowly escaped.

Later, after several twists and turns, he boarded a shuttle to PLANT.

Upon arriving at PLANT, due to his young age, the PLANT government sent him to an orphanage on July Colony for care.

He remained there until half a month ago, when he was involved in a traffic accident while out shopping, ending that painful life.

Gundam SEED is quite unpopular now, and not many people watch it.

But it was once a dominant series.

They say fanfiction brings its own popularity, but... this is just too unpopular!