A grassroots poverty-alleviation worker, xx, had been taking sleeping pills for years, and her nerves were starting to give out. One night, she was driving along a mountain road when she crashed and died.
The good news: when she opened her eyes, she was alive again, reborn as a baby.
The bad news: she forgot to drink Granny Meng's soup, so her PTSD from her previous life came along with her. This time, she'll start taking calming medicine as a baby.
The even worse news: the world called the Bitter Realm is full of sandstorms, and her PTSD quickly gets worse, so she has to increase her dose of sleeping pills.
Protagonist: If I take any more, I'll be seeing the King of Hell.
P.S. This is a fanfiction based on Pili Puppet Theater, and it won't be going VIP, so updates will be irregular. The protagonist is a former doctor and grassroots civil servant who knows nothing about puppet theater. Aside from her modern values and knowledge, she faces life just like the locals and won't deliberately seek out the main characters.
Theme: Never give up hope
The protagonist's character is very appealing, and I hope to read through her life—which may not be very long, but it will certainly be quite remarkable.
When will you write again, my dear? 🤔 The world-building and subject matter are so interesting, there's so much room for development!
Xiaoming thinks this world is completely unscientific, and author, I want to urge you to update!
I have a feeling this world is going to be reshaped.
Qiming has toiled away at his desk for many years. What will become of him? Will he die like an ordinary person?
Looking back, it becomes clear that if Qiming wants the medical field in this world to develop significantly, then other aspects must catch up, meaning the world's infrastructure needs to be upgraded.
Hahaha, saying that he and his lover have a soul connection.
This book is really good! When will you take a look at it, author?
Some humanoid creatures are truly beyond human comprehension.
Qiming's medical skills are amazing! But in a fantasy world, can't hands grow back? Or heal a severed arm?