Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Hello, This Is Legend. Ah, the Name? (3)
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『Myth, Reveal QWER's Info Right Now!』 [999+]
The internet remained in chaos, still baffled by the unsolved mysteries surrounding QWER.
Myth's narrative had suppressed the spread to some extent, but the curiosity showed no signs of fading.
It felt like it could explode at any moment if mishandled.
With no official word, people could only speculate.
"Time to post it, I guess."
The first official statement to drop—and the game-changer that would shift the mood—came from Myth's personal account.
It was a single sheet of stark white paper, a bit too formal for a typical post on her profile.
It was a medical report from one of Korea's most renowned hospitals.
Patient Information: (Censored)
1. Reason for Visit
The patient was rushed to the ER immediately after a car accident, presenting with loss of consciousness, stopped breathing and pulse, and crush fractures on the right side of the body.
Spontaneous circulation was restored after defibrillation.
2. Primary Diagnoses
Crush fracture of the right upper limb (right arm)
Crush fracture of the right lower limb (right leg)
Multiple rib fractures
Cardiac arrest (post-ROSC status)
Comatose state (GCS 3) (7 years)
3. Hospital Course
The patient was admitted via the ER due to multiple traumas and cardiac arrest from a 20XX car accident.
Spontaneous circulation was restored via CPR and defibrillation after the arrest, but a prolonged coma (7 years) followed.
During this period, the patient received long-term intensive care, including a ventilator and tube feeding.
Around December 20XX (last year), a miracle occurred that defies medical explanation.
The patient's consciousness returned miraculously without any medication, with no mental issues detected.
Subsequent physical recovery showed no significant impairments in daily activities like eating, walking, or arm movement.
No issues were found even in the eating process.
This is inexplicable from a modern medical perspective, but no problems were detected for now... (continued omitted)
3. Status at Discharge
Consciousness is clear, spontaneous breathing normal, no oxygen therapy needed.
Limb strength is normal; aside from scars on the right arm and leg, no issues. Walking and exercise are normal.
Normal oral intake possible. Digestive function appears fine so far, but avoid overly spicy or greasy foods.
Vital signs stable. No medication needed.
Motor-sensory functions normal, but brain nerves remain uncertain.
Note: Patient may not need much sleep and has excessive concentration—monitor this.
4. Future Management Plan
No special rehab or meds needed.
Recommend regular health and mental checkups.
As a rare case of recovery from long-term coma, may be subject to future medical research.
Attending Physician: ○○○
Affiliated Hospital: ○○ University Hospital
Date: January X, this year
No name was listed, but who else in the world could it be?
It was obvious the patient in the report was QWER.
『QWER << Superhuman?』 [999+]
The community flipped once again with the doctor's name and hospital clearly listed on the report.
In summary: QWER lay bedridden for 7 years, yet walked out perfectly fine and was discharged a month later.
『Batman VS QWER—Who Wins?』 [999+]
『Second Coming Jesus?』 [999+]
『Primate G.O.D Acknowledged.』 [999+]
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"You had the medical report printed out just for today?"
Watching the internet swing wildly at Myth's whim and the near-worshipful praise for me, I clicked my tongue in amazement.
I'd felt it during the last stream, but her ability to predict and toy with online sentiment like this was downright chilling.
But Myth just tilted her head like I'd asked something obvious.
"You always get a discharge report after long-term hospitalization."
"Well, true, but..."
"Hehe, sure, I foresaw it going this far when I picked it up. Now quit talking. You'll mess up the makeup."
Myth's fingers lightly grasped my chin.
Even from her, someone touching my face felt oddly intimate.
Her breath tickled my nose, and the brush's unfamiliar stroke teased my eyelids.
"Do I really have to do makeup?"
"Of course, Seol could stand in front of the camera bare-faced, but better safe than sorry."
"Broadcast lights are brutally harsh—skin shows every flaw without it. Though Legend bro's got such good skin, it probably doesn't matter."
"Ugh... this tickly weird feeling. Come to think of it, you don't wear much makeup, do you, Myth?"
"I do a light layer—no one notices."
"Right now?"
"Hehe, wanna touch?"
Myth casually invited the skinship.
No reason to refuse, so I stretched my fingers and squished her soft cheek.
My finger sank into the springy white flesh, then bounced back.
Nothing transferred to my fingertip.
"No makeup."
"Doing it at home too might kill me from exhaustion. Makeup's sneakily intense."
Myth resumed tapping my face with the brush.
First time trying makeup since birth.
This intimate distance and vibe made my heart itch too.
"Hehe, your brows are thicker than expected. Might skip those."
"...Then what's touching my brows right now?"
"Oops, habit kicked in."
Tap.
Myth's fingertip flicked my forehead.
From brows to forehead, nose bridge, jawline—her hands danced busily.
Didn't expect my first makeup to be full glam.
Felt awkward and stuffy with stuff layering on my face.
"Whoa..."
Myth's hand kept stroking my cheek.
Smooth, smooth.
Unreasonably long.
"...This is makeup, right?"
"Nah? Just petting."
"Hey."
"What? A little of this is fine."
Predictably, Myth—who'd been indulging her fancies—got called out and amped it up.
Pinch, stroke, poke.
Felt like a toy, but I stayed still.
"Skin's insanely good... I'm jealous."
"From lying down so long?"
"Maybe. Barely any sunlight for 7 years. It's warming up—slather on sunscreen when you go out. Skin like yours burns easy."
What mom.
I swallowed those words.
Mention age and I might actually die. No guts to say it this close, with her holding tools.
"Okay, under-eyes now—don't open them."
Something touched under my eyes.
"Hey, why concealer on someone with no dark circles?"
"Still looks prettier with it."
"Sigh, you shut-in vibe shows—you haven't done much makeup. Why pile it thick on skin this good? Let me show you, sis—"
"Sis."
"Yeah, cheering you on hard."
What just happened.
Eyes closed, but felt like a massive exchange went down.
- Sigh, raising a little bro's utterly useless, makes me so sad fr.
Yeona-noona's lament laced with resentment hung as Myth gazed at me fondly.
"Hm... yeah, a bit heavy. Let's start over."
"Hey."
"Sorry, sorry. Your skin's too good—got carried away. Light this time."
Alcohol? No, cotton soaked in some strong chemical scent wiped my face.
Cool sensation as makeup peeled off, then Myth lightly patted something on my cheeks.
What was this called.
Foundation?
"Hm-hmm~."
"Having fun?"
"Yeah, your skin takes whatever perfectly. Like painting on premium canvas."
"Don't treat someone else's face like canvas."
"Not 'someone else.'"
Myth poked my crown.
Face made up, so crown instead?
"My boyfriend."
"W-Well, yeah."
Got shy, cheeks flushing.
Myth's smile this close packed more punch than expected.
Yeona watched bitterly, sipping her Americano again.
Weird.
I have a husband.
Not married yet, but engagement date set.
Why this side-sting jealousy.
'Fuck, husband's dead meat today.'
Thinking of her hardworking husband at the office, Yeona took another Americano sip.
Too sweet.
Way too much.
Espresso next time for sure.
Yeona vowed her non-vow.