Discharged, First Generation Coordinators (Does Nobody Really Watch This Anime? But Surely Not Literally No One!)

About ten minutes later—

"Your recovery has been excellent. You can be discharged."

The doctor checked the medical records, then smiled at Noer.

"I can be discharged?"

Noer froze after hearing that. If he remembered correctly, both of his hands had suffered comminuted fractures, one of his leg bones had snapped, his ribs had broken and punctured his lung, and he had suffered intracranial bleeding...

Not dying on the spot had already been... Well, fine, someone really had died on the spot.

With injuries like that, on Earth back then, never mind being discharged—even surviving the operating table would have been questionable.

But now he was being told he could leave after only half a month!

Did they know he could not afford the medical bills, so they were cutting their losses in time?

"You can. Your body has basically recovered."

The doctor smiled. Seeing the suspicion on Noer's face, he continued, "Although you have not fully recovered, you can more or less move around freely. Just be careful in your daily life."

There were some things he did not mention. The medication and equipment used on Noer had all been PLANT's finest, which was why he had recovered so quickly. After all, Coordinators were still within the bounds of humanity.

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor!"

"Oh, right. What about my medical expenses?"

Noer did not know the details. Since the doctor said so, he could not exactly shamelessly insist on staying.

Besides, he did not have the money to pay the medical bills!

"You do not need to worry about that. Someone has already paid your medical expenses for you," the doctor said with a smile.

"They've already been paid? By who?" Noer was stunned. There was really such a good thing?

His medical bills were not cheap.

You had no idea how desperate Noer had felt when he first woke up and saw his medical statement. If suicide had not hurt so much, he would have wanted to kill himself on the spot.

More than eight million. More than eight million!

Even after various welfare reductions and government subsidies, there was still a shortfall of more than four million on the bill.

He had just transmigrated and was already saddled with four million in debt. They might as well have killed him. Maybe he could have transmigrated back while his body was still warm.

So when he learned that someone had paid his medical bills, Noer felt as though he were dreaming.

"It seemed to be someone called Lau Le... something."

The doctor thought carefully before saying, "I do not pay much attention to these matters, so I cannot remember it all at once. But your medical expenses have indeed been paid in full."

"Lau Le?" The name felt strange to Noer. He had the feeling he had heard it somewhere before, but he could not remember where.

"You just need to handle the discharge procedures later. Make sure you rest well after going home."

After saying that, the doctor saw that Noer had no further questions and turned to leave the ward.

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

Suddenly, Noer remembered something extremely important: he still did not know who the driver responsible for the accident was!

His medical bills had been taken care of, but what about compensation for his emotional distress?

P.L.A.N.T. consisted of twelve districts, known as "cities," each with its own specialized departments.

These cities were arranged according to the Roman months, and each city consisted of ten colonial satellites. Taking Januarius City as an example, they were named Januarius One, Januarius Two, and so on.

In other words—January, February, March, April...

Three days later, inside July Colony.

"Noer, what's wrong? Why have you seemed so absent-minded?"

Out in the fields, a man in a sleeveless shirt spoke up, interrupting Noer's thoughts.

"Nothing. Maybe my body hasn't fully recovered yet." Noer came back to himself and smiled at the man.

The man before him was named Asya. A few days ago, that name had nearly scared Noer to death—he had thought he had run into the protagonist right away.

However, after sorting through the original owner's memories, Noer realized he had been overthinking it. This guy was just an ordinary Coordinator like him. His name simply happened to sound a little like Athrun's.

Unlike Noer, Asya was not some half-baked imitation. He was a genuine Coordinator who had undergone proper adjustment.

"Then do you want to rest? There isn't much work today. I can finish it by myself." Asya quickly set down what he was holding and stepped forward with concern.

"Do I look that fragile? Besides, the doctor said I should exercise more after being discharged. It will help my recovery." Noer declined Asya's kindness.

"Is that so?"

Asya watched Noer bend down to work after saying that and scratched his head in confusion.

"It's getting late. Let's finish this quickly and go back for dinner."

"All right..."

What exactly did he need to do to survive?

As he weeded, Noer began pondering his future. He did not know how he had come here, but it was obvious that he had no way of going back.

So his top priority now was staying alive!

But as an orphaned teenager, there was only so much he could do.

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

The original owner's life had actually been extremely difficult.

Noer Cassia belonged to the First Generation Coordinators. That sounded incredibly impressive, since First Generation Coordinators were far stronger than Second Generation Coordinators.

That Kira guy was a First Generation Coordinator. As for Lacus, Athrun, and some other big shots... he did not know whether they were.

Anyway, the First Generation seemed pretty awesome.

However, something had gone wrong with that awesome setting when it came to Noer.

According to the memories he had inherited.

His parents had both been Naturals. Unlike the wealthy families of other Coordinators, Noer's family had not been rich. At most, they had been slightly below average.

So by all rights, Noer should not have been born, whether in terms of wealth or status.

But because the original owner's mother had health problems and could not conceive a child normally.

Noer's parents had begun asking around everywhere because they wanted a child.

By chance, they had been selected as test subjects for the later Coordinator experiments.

However, Noer's parents had different intentions from the other test subjects.

They had not wanted their child to be exceptionally gifted after birth. They had simply wanted a child, so they had not participated in the genetic adjustment process.

It could even be said that it was ordinary artificial insemination to conceive a child. At least, that was what the documents said—and it had been free—

Still, the fact that it had been free made Noer suspicious. After all, there was no such thing as a free lunch...

But compared to other Coordinators, this body was truly inadequate.

Putting looks aside.

His memory, limb coordination, learning ability, adaptability... they were practically no different from those of an ordinary person. Even a five-year-old child could be better than him.

So Noer had to admit that he really seemed to be just an ordinary person—

Yet it was precisely because his parents had not held high expectations or demands that Noer had not been abandoned like the other children who died before birth. He had been born safely.

At that point, it should have been a happy ending for everyone.

The research institute and Noer's parents had each gotten what they wanted and gone their separate ways.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

It was rather ironic.

Noer had not inherited the talents of the Coordinators, yet he had inherited the label of being one.

As the conflict between Coordinators and Naturals intensified, Earth carried out a massive purge—codenamed Operation: Clean Purity.

Countless Coordinators who had not yet left Earth were brutally murdered.

Noer's parents also died in that catastrophe. Fortunately, kind neighbors had taken him in, allowing him to escape disaster.

After many twists and turns, he eventually boarded a shuttle headed for PLANT.

After arriving at PLANT, because of Noer's young age, the PLANT government sent him to an orphanage in July Colony to be cared for.

Until half a month ago, when he was accidentally hit by a car while out shopping, bringing that painful life to an end.

Gundam SEED really had become obscure now, and hardly anyone watched it anymore.

But it had once been a dominant hit, at least.

Didn't people say fanfiction came with built-in popularity? This... this was way too dead, wasn't it!