Reborn to Be the General's Chubby Wife

Chapter 3 Dirty as Hell

Dragging her hefty body, weighing about 330 pounds, through the snow for an hour, Miranda was exhausted and out of breath. She figured Carson must be done by now, so she trudged back to their apartment, her steps heavy.

At Carson's door, she noticed it was slightly ajar. Inside, Carson was wrapped in a blanket, sleeping on the shattered bed.

The drug was potent, and it would take at least a night for him to regain his strength.

Miranda knew that one session probably wasn't enough to dissipate the drug's effects fully.

She glanced at the snow-covered balcony and then squatted down to form a large snowball in her hands. With a plan in mind, she entered Carson's room.

As soon as she stepped in, Carson's eyes flew open, and he glared at her with fury. "Get lost!" he barked.

It seemed he was used to greet her like this.

Ignoring his anger, she crouched beside him, grabbing his hand with a calm tone. "The drug's effects haven't completely worn off. You've been relieved once already, so you probably don't have any strength left. To fully neutralize the drug, you need to use this snowball to cool your balls down. In about half an hour, you should feel better."

While speaking, she placed the snowball in his hand.

"Get lost!" Carson repeated, unable to move, his face a storm of brewing rage.

But Miranda remained unfazed, knowing he couldn't do much in his current state.

She continued calmly, "You know I have some medical knowledge. If you don't want to be sonless, you'd better follow my advice."

With that, Miranda stood up and left the room.

Behind her, Carson watched her leave and then looked at the snowball in his hand; his expression conflicted. After a moment of hesitation, he slipped the snowball under the blanket.

Miranda wasn't lying. The original owner of this body had indeed studied some medicine, though half-heartedly.

However, Miranda was a skilled surgeon in the modern world, with two years of experience in the emergency room. She was good at almost everything, and her excellent medical skills would undoubtedly be useful in this era.

She intended to leave Carson with the impression that she had medical expertise, which might come in handy later.

After checking Carson's situation, Miranda returned to the room the original owner had used and was ready to sleep.

Although they lived on the same floor, they each had their own rooms.

Miranda's room was right next to Carson's. But as soon as she entered, she was taken aback by the state of it.

In stark contrast to Carson's room, this one was much better, equipped with a lot of furniture.

However, it was in a mess, resembling a garbage dump.

Food scraps, some moldy and some rotting, were piled up under the bed, and the bedding was so filthy that its color was unrecognizable. The beautiful furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Miranda nearly gagged as she surveyed the room.

The original owner had been utterly slovenly. Leaning against the wall, Miranda took several deep breaths to brace herself, ready to go inside again.

Her world had been turned upside down by the original owner's habits. If she didn't cherish life, she might have bashed her head against the wall.

Initially planning to endure the night, she found the scene too disgusting to sleep in.

She quickly got up, went to the next room to boil water, and then started cleaning herself.

After that, she found a broom and swept out all the trash, stuffing it into a large bag for disposal.

After she finished cleaning the room, the water was ready. She fetched a wooden bucket, poured the water, and brought it to her room.

Despite the former owner's laziness, she had bought some necessities, including a dusty bar of soap for facial cleaning and an unused one for laundry.

Neither was ideal for washing hair, but Miranda had no choice.

Miranda bathed three times in total.

The first basin of water was as filthy as a sewer.

The second looked like faded denim.

Only by the third basin did the water show some clarity, with bubbles forming.

It would take at least two more washes to be truly clean, but she was out of hot water and too tired to prepare another bucket.

At least now, she could manage to sleep for a night.

Naturally, she wouldn't sleep in her bed, which was akin to a pigsty.

Instead, she tore a piece of cloth and cleaned the table and chair. Then, she settled on the chair, resting her head on the table.

Although this sleeping position was uncomfortable, Miranda was exhausted both physically and mentally, having endured the shock of her new reality. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.