Chapter 11: Plot Revision System?!

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Upon hearing this, Wen Haoxuan immediately changed from gently stroking to supporting, helping Wen Miaohan rise from the hospital bed. He had noticed earlier that Wen Miaohan’s expression was off, and with a bit of thought, he realized she must be physically weak but was still holding on, reluctant to trouble her family despite the distance between her and them in both heart and home.

Wen Haoxuan had overthought it. Wen Miaohan wasn’t keeping quiet to avoid troubling them; she was simply too embarrassed.

Sure enough, as Wen Haoxuan helped her, Wen Miaohan, fully aware of her own frailty, made no pretense and simply went along with it.

After getting out of bed and taking a few steps, she felt she could manage on her own. Considering the differences between men and women, she insisted on not being supported when she went into the bathroom to freshen up.

But this decision was destined to be a mistake.

Just as the toothbrush entered her mouth, the programmed stomach cancer symptoms struck her with their first heavy blow.

“Ugh…”

A wave of nausea overwhelmed her. Wen Miaohan vomited so violently that she collapsed onto the sink, utterly drained.

Outside, Wen Haoxuan heard the commotion and tried to enter, but the door was locked. He had no choice but to kick it open.

The noise drew the attention of others nearby, and when the door was finally forced open, everyone was met with a heart-wrenching scene.

Wen Miaohan lay face down by the sink, tears streaming down her pale, bloodless face. Wen Haoxuan rushed over, and seeing the vomit stained with blood in the sink, his heart tightened. He clenched his jaw, bent down, and lifted Wen Miaohan up.

Wen’s mother arrived just then and, seeing the scene in the sink, tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes.

The others stayed outside to avoid blocking the way, and the expressions of Wen’s mother and Wen Haoxuan made it clear that things were serious.

Wen Miaoting hurried back to the bedside and pulled aside the blanket. Wen Haoran immediately rushed in as Wen Haoxuan carried Wen Miaohan out. Upon seeing the sink, he turned on the faucet to wash it away, then, with a solemn face, left the ward and headed straight to the doctor’s office.

As a medical student, he understood far better than the others just how dire Wen Miaohan’s condition was. At this moment, he was grateful for his passion for medicine, knowing that at least some of his learning could be of use.

On the hospital bed, Wen Miaohan lay with her eyes tightly shut. Wen’s mother and the others thought she was simply resting due to discomfort.

Only Wen Miaohan knew that earlier, in her mind, she had been cursing herself fiercely.

"Wen Miaohan, are you out of your mind? You had so many plot options to choose from, so why did you insist on stomach cancer? Now look at you, paying the price for your own sin. You could’ve written a car accident or something—at least that would’ve been a clean break. What is this nonsense?!"

Her muttering was abruptly interrupted by a mechanical voice.

“Ding dong, plot revision system activated, binding to host.”

At that moment, she wondered if her ears were malfunctioning.

Hmm?

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What is this thing?

A system?

Was this in the book she wrote?

Wait, is this even the same book she wrote?

The arrival of the system left Wen Miaohan dumbfounded.

“Host successfully bound.”

The mechanical voice sounded again in her ear, leaving her stunned.

A plot revision system, on top of knowing the story’s trajectory—this was basically the standard setup for a female lead in a transmigration novel!

Wen Miaohan seriously doubted she hadn’t transmigrated into her own book but rather into some fan-made secondary creation inspired by her work.

Damn it, she spent all day slinging insults at eagles, only to have one peck her eye out.

Now the author herself had become a mere paper doll in someone else’s narrative.

She could barely accept transmigrating into her own literary creation, but to be trapped as a puppet in another’s work, with her fate in their hands—Wen Miaohan found that unbearable.

Languid and disheartened, she had no interest in exploring the newly appeared system, but the system went ahead with its self-introduction.

“Hello, host. I am the plot revision system. My purpose is to amend all unreasonable plotlines. The host must follow system prompts to complete these revisions.”

“Please review the plot points requiring revision.”

“Plot point one has been revised; the reward has been delivered to your inventory.”

As the system’s voice faded, a blue screen appeared before Wen Miaohan’s eyes, displaying several plot points the system had flagged as problematic.

A large red stamp appeared next to the first plot point, with bold characters reading “Revised.”

Now that she was asked to review the plot, Wen Miaohan was intrigued. She wanted to see how this secondary creation’s storyline differed from her original.

But upon closer inspection, she was confused.

The storylines matched her original word for word. Was she really in her own book?

Yet her original work had no system at all.

Could it be that her story was so inconsistent with the narrative’s logic that a system was triggered, sending her—the author—inside to personally fix it?

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Damn!

Was my plot really that absurd?

With this suspicion in mind, Wen Miaohan clicked on the first revised plot segment to examine it carefully. It depicted the conflict between her and Fang Le that had occurred the previous day.

The original plot had her being cornered, morally manipulated, accused of being arrogant, and dragged onto the set despite her serious illness.

The system’s reason for deeming this unreasonable was: “It is absurd for the boss to be bullied by employees.”

Uh…

Alright then!

Let’s say this setting was somewhat unreasonable, but not entirely so.

Nowadays, Gen Z is full of clever schemes; setting traps for bosses is a common occurrence. Didn’t those viral videos of Gen Z banding together to combat workplace overwork just recently make the rounds online?

Gen Z is quite powerful at workplace reform!

If there was any real inconsistency here, it was that Fang Le and Ye Lin weren’t Gen Z, and both had questionable characters. The original protagonist held ample evidence of their negligence, yet still was restrained by them—that was a bit far-fetched.

After reading the first plot point, Wen Miaohan didn’t rush to the second. Instead, she opened her inventory to check the system’s rewards.

Anyone who’s played games knows: rewards are the only motivation to clear levels.

If the reward was lame, Wen Miaohan had no intention of wasting effort fixing plots. She’d go with the flow and do as she pleased.

Before opening her inventory, she thought about how, in reality, she was trapped day after day by the relentless pursuit of money, typing away like a machine.

Now, having transmigrated, she had food and drink without worry. If the reward was just some boring cash, she absolutely wouldn’t be coerced into becoming a fixer.

But when she opened the inventory, she burst into laughter.

She now fully understood a saying: when young, you trade time and health for money; when old, you trade money for time; when sick, you trade money for health.

Damn it, the system’s reward was a special medicine for stomach cancer. After that brutal bout of vomiting, Wen Miaohan simply could not refuse such a reward.

Ah!

Very well, she was about to proudly become a fixer.