Chapter 1: The Amazing App

In May and June, when the summer heat had just arrived, the weather in the East was even hotter. The nurses wore sweet smiles, their white uniforms soaked with sweat, and two bra straps could be vaguely seen from behind.

Shirakawa Natsu sat on the hospital bed, holding a paintbrush in her hand. After shifting her gaze from the nurse, she sketched a few strokes of lace camisole on the thigh of the girl in the drawing.

“As expected, a goddess is only truly perfect when she wears black stockings, cough cough.”

A sudden cough pulled at his body, causing a sharp pain in his heart. His face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He struggled to place his finger on the emergency call button; this small action had exhausted all his strength.

But he didn’t press it, because he had encountered this situation countless times in the six months since he came here.

That button will only be pressed when you really can’t hold on any longer and your consciousness starts to blur.

Perhaps the goddess felt sorry for him and only teased him lightly before leaving.

The cramping lasted for several tens of seconds before gradually subsiding.

Shirakawa Natsumi gasped for breath, leaning back on the hospital bed to relax her whole body, covering her eyes with her arm: “I’m alive again.”

He is a time traveler from a parallel universe Japan, and he has been in this world for half a year.

Unlike typical time travelers, he didn’t need to familiarize himself with his new life because, according to the doctor, he had congenital problems with his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, making his very existence a miracle.

In other words, he could fall asleep at any time and never see the sun rise the next morning.

At first, Shirakawa Natsu wasn’t panicked. Compared to turning into a spider, goblin, or slime, starting with an illness wasn’t hard to accept. Perhaps it was some kind of special constitution of his.

But he soon met his parents, who came to visit him. They were ordinary middle-class people who tried their best to appear strong in front of him, giving him encouragement and comfort.

Shirakawa Natsu was certain that they were all ordinary people, not some kind of Grim Reaper hiding their identities.

Moreover, the couple has a harmonious relationship and has no plans to travel by plane recently.

He has no younger sister, nor was he ever switched at birth.

“Oh, so I’m not the protagonist of a certain novel after all.” Shirakawa Natsumi smiled wryly and took out her phone.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm her voice, she dialed a phone number with the name “Mi no Shimi” saved in the contacts.

Miyuki was his childhood friend, a very special woman.

The phone rang several times, but no one answered.

Just as Shirakawa Natsu was about to hang up, the call was answered, and a woman’s voice came through, faintly audible as she was still panting: “Hello.”

“Hello, I’m Miyuki’s friend. Please let her answer the phone.” Shirakawa Natsu was already used to strange girls answering the phone.

“Don’t answer my call without permission.” A magnetic female voice sounded again from the other end of the line, and then the phone was snatched away.

“Hey, Xia, what’s up?”

“Who was that just now?” Shirakawa Natsu held the phone between her neck and shoulder while tidying up the original drawing she had just finished.

“It’s a cat~” Miyuki’s voice was very magnetic, with a hint of cynicism.

“Your cat is really smart,” Shirakawa Natsu teased. “Come pick up the manuscript when you have time and send it to the editorial department for me. This story is very interesting; it’s about a goddess and five hot-blooded young men.”

“So you’ve started a new work again?” Miyuki’s voice rose a few decibels: “You’ve only just reached the most exciting part of your last Naruto manga.”

“Do you remember who said they wouldn’t watch this kind of childish stuff?” Shirakawa Natsu laughed.

“I’ve changed my mind. Your work is very good.” Mikoto didn’t seem embarrassed at all. “I’ll pick up the manuscript tonight. I’ll hang up now.”

Just before the call ended, another strange, coquettish female voice came through.

“Damn it.” Shirakawa Natsu slammed down the phone. Shouldn’t childhood friends be gentle, kind, and devoted to taking care of the protagonist?

Why is my childhood sweetheart more handsome than me, and also more adventurous?

There’s definitely something wrong with my childhood sweetheart.

Shirakawa Natsu was a painting major in her previous life.

This parallel world has the same level of cultural and entertainment development, but it lacks the well-known works found on Earth.

Shirakawa Natsu decided to use the last moments of his life to create some works, since he had nothing better to do anyway.

But he will stop at the most exciting part, which is commonly known as the “broken chapter dog”.

This was a cruel joke he played on the world at the end of his life.

Leaving traces of its existence, without disregarding its journey.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the floor. Shirakawa Natsu struggled to get out of bed, his legs too weak to move, so he could only slowly make his way to the hallway.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air, but the sunlight seemed to dispel some of it.

I walked to the corridor outside the ward, leaning on my crutches.

The hospital is located in the suburbs, and there are not many pedestrians on the road in the summer. People choose to walk in the shade of the trees or buildings on both sides.

The honking of cars on the road next door and the chirping of cicadas in the trees were annoying, but the noise did not affect his mood.

“Hey, did you hear?” The speaker was a nurse, standing a short distance away, speaking to her colleague.

“The attending physician in the gynecology department is said to have had an affair with a patient who is married. Her family has come to the hospital, and they are currently mediating the matter in the hospital director’s office.”

“Uh, isn’t this going too far?” another nurse said. “An extramarital affair would definitely get him suspended from the hospital, even though he’s a doctor with a promising future.”

The two were chatting animatedly when a woman’s voice, tinged with laughter, suddenly came from behind them: “What are you talking about?”

The two were startled and quickly turned around. Upon seeing who it was, they bowed and said, “Hello, Dr. Cai!”

The woman they called a talented doctor was in her twenties, with a bright smile on her face, wearing a white coat.

Inside was a women’s white blouse, its chest prominently displaying an S-curve, and a short skirt that revealed a pair of long, fair legs.

“You’re gossiping again. Don’t say anything that could cause misunderstandings before things are settled. If you’re too free, go ask the patients if they need any help.”

“Hehe, we know~” The two nurses were not afraid at all when they were criticized. They even stuck out their tongues cutely and came up to her with a smile, saying, “Sister Cai, the handsome young man who came in the day before yesterday asked me for information about you.”

“Don’t lay a hand on the patient!” Youcai pretended to be angry and tapped each of them on the head. “Besides, I would never consider a younger, inexperienced guy.”

“Adults should act like adults.” As Arina walked past Shirakawa Natsumi, she suddenly turned to him and said, “Natsumi-kun, don’t be fooled by these aunties. If you encounter harassment from adults, be brave and call the police.”

After she finished speaking, she winked playfully at Shirakawa Natsumi, turned around and went into the ward, greeting each of the patients on the bed warmly.

Hashimoto Arina, Shirakawa Natsu’s attending physician, is a warm and cheerful older sister.

Shirakawa Natsumi has a strong liking for her, mainly for three reasons: her breasts, her big breasts, her very large breasts.

“Dr. Youcai is really outstanding~” The nurse from earlier had stars in her eyes: “Gentle, cheerful and easy to get along with, and a top student from medical school, she might become the youngest director in the hospital.”

“Yes, she probably has a boyfriend now,” another nurse said. “I heard someone saw her get into a young, handsome man’s Porsche after get off work.”

“Porsche! Really? Tell me!”

Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew his gaze and stopped listening; he had feelings for Hashimoto Arina.

But with only six months to live, simply being alive was a luxury; love and such were simply unthinkable for someone with congenital kidney dysfunction.

What if a beautiful older sister like Hashimoto Arina did something to him while wearing a doctor’s uniform?

I’m afraid he might have a heart attack any second now and die.

“Damn, my heart is hurting again.” Just imagining the scene made Shirakawa Natsu’s heart start to protest. She quickly took a deep breath and silently recited Buddhist scriptures to calm herself down.

With his artistic talent, drawing a fan comic of Arina Hashimoto would be a piece of cake. The only problem is that he might not be needed because he’s gone.

Instead of indulging in vague and unrealistic dreams, we should consider where comics should be discontinued to generate even greater resentment from readers.

“It’s time to take your medicine.” Shirakawa Natsumi calmed down, took out her phone, and checked the time to take her medicine.

After turning on the phone screen, I was stunned to find a strange app icon on my otherwise clean home screen.

It was a minotaur, its shimmering golden hair captivating all who looked at it.