He could only drift, drifting with the current. 

He didn't know how long he drifted, but finally, he felt the current slow down beside him, and he was tethered to a dead branch on the shore, unable to move. 

Daylight had already broken, and Pipi could do nothing but wait. 

He heard a noise, but he couldn't turn his head to look. His neck couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even move his eyes. He could only stare blankly at the area before him. 

The noise grew louder and closer, slowly coming into Pipi's sight. 

It turned out to be two people. 

A man and a woman, a couple. 

Pipi prayed to himself that the two didn't notice him. A frog that couldn't move shouldn't attract human attention. 

But Pipi was wrong. 

The two stared at Pipi, unblinking, leaning in closer. 

The woman's warm hand even stroked Pipi's head. 

"How pitiful," the young woman said. 

It was a day later when Pipi woke up again. 

The woman caressed Pipi, and he quickly drifted off to a deep sleep, as if the woman's hand had some magical power. He didn't know what happened next, but when he opened his eyes again, he felt like he had entered a new world. 

A new white world. 

Everything was white. 

Pipi realized that he still couldn't move his eyes. 

He could hear noises around him, and then a human face appeared before him. 

It was still human. It was still the same woman. 

"He's open, doctor, his eyes are open," the woman shouted, yelling . 

Immediately, a group of humans gathered around. 

They sighed and chirped. 

Pipi didn't understand. He was just a frog. Why were these humans so excited about a frog? 

Pipi  wanted to get away from them, get away from these noisy humans. 

But he couldn't move. He couldn't move anywhere. So he had to close his eyelids again. If he closed his eyelids, he wouldn't be able to see these humans. Out of sight, out of mind. 

"Doctor, doctor, his eyes are closed again. What's going on? Why did he close his eyes again?" the woman shouted anxiously. 

"Oh, he's probably tired. Let him sleep. Let him sleep more. It will do him good." The doctor said. 

The woman stopped talking and sat down next to Pipi. 

The woman stroked Pipi's head again, and two tears fell on Pipi's face. 

"Darling, go to sleep. Sleep well." The woman said. 

Strangely, after the woman said that, Pipi felt sleepy again. He fell into a deep sleep again. 

When Pipi woke up again, it was already dark, the light dimming. He felt much better, and his pain was less intense. 

He heard a buzzing sound, and sure enough, he saw a mosquito scurrying around. He tensed, entering hunting mode. 

He waited patiently for the mosquito to come within striking range, then tried to extend his tongue and swiftly snatch it. 

But he failed. 

His tongue wouldn't come out at all. 

What was going on? Had his tongue stopped responding? 

He tried to extend his tongue, but all he could see was the tip. 

At best, it could only extend a tiny bit. 

What was going on? 

Pipi was shocked. A tongue is to a frog what a gun is to a soldier: invaluable. A soldier without a gun is of little use; survival is difficult. 

He had to see what was going on. 

There was a stainless steel cup beside the bed, shining brightly. Pipi turned his head, trying to get a closer look at his reflection in the dim light. 

At that moment, he was surprised to find he could actually move. Not very nimbly, but at least he could turn his head and move around. 

He stuck out his tongue and slowly approached the stainless steel cup. Then, he saw a reflection he would never forget. 

He saw a human child. 

Covered in bandages, tightly wrapped except for his face. The child stuck out his tongue, a look of astonishment on his face. 

Who was this human child? 

Pipi blinked, and the child in the stainless steel cup blinked back. 

Pipi quickly made all sorts of faces, and the child in the stainless steel cup followed suit. 

Pipi used to look at his reflection in the water, but how could this child in the stainless steel cup be his own reflection? 

Pipi was completely stunned. 

How had he, a perfectly muscular frog, transformed into a clumsy human child? 

He couldn't figure it out. 

He examined his body and limbs. 

Everything was wrapped in bandages, but Pipi could tell he was completely different. He was no longer a frog, not the nimble, lawless frog that called Pipi. 

How had he become a human? 

Pipi thought of that magical little bean. 

Yes, it must have been that glowing bean. 

Pipi didn't know that the inner elixir that the big black snake had cultivated for a thousand years had been devoured in a single gulp. The big black snake had already had the ability to transform into a human form, and just when it was about to complete its task, it was destroyed in a flash.