Renascimento em 1980: Começando a Enriquecer com a Jovem Instruída nas Montanhas

"Mmm!"
Before Chen Yang could even open his eyes, a groan of pain escaped his lips.
The third round of chemotherapy had nearly taken his life, knocking him unconscious.
Now, with a flicker of awareness, he found not a single part of his body free from pain.
He reached out beside him, wanting to check his phone and see what time it was.
Instead, his hand landed on something pleasantly soft, the texture quite remarkable.
He squeezed it twice, feeling its resilience, so instinctively he kneaded it a few more times.
Soft, elastic, and full—could the hospital have prepared a giant steamed bun for his dinner?
A strange, breathless moan drifted to his ears, startling the groggy Chen Yang awake.
That was unmistakably a woman's voice—what was going on?
Could it be that, while half-conscious, he had touched a young nurse?
Hurriedly, he forced his heavy eyelids open and began to look around carefully.
The dim earthen room, walls plastered with old newspapers—where was he? It seemed oddly familiar.
Oh, he must still be dreaming!
So Chen Yang shook his head, hoping to clear his mind.
Looking to his side again, he was met by the sight of a delicate, snow-white body.
The wonderful sensation he'd just felt was, in fact, the fullness of her curves—damn, what was happening?
As his mind raced, the owner of the body slowly opened her large, striking eyes.
Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked, gradually returning her to reality.
"Chen Yang? Why are you in our dormitory?