Young Master Jiu…

In Jiu’er’s memory, this was a name she had only ever heard—never once had she seen the man himself.

In any case, in Jiangzhou, he existed like something out of legend.

Jiu’er thought it over, and was just about to speak.

Suddenly, everything before her eyes darkened.

Her vision gradually faded away…

……

“Ninth Imperial Uncle!”

Jiu’er opened her eyes once more.

This time, she was no longer the intern standing in the operating room, but a patient lying in a hospital bed.

Though—it seemed she was still in the same hospital?

She had glimpsed it earlier: the surgical cart had read “Jiangzhou No. 1 People’s Hospital.”

And now, the notice board in front of her bed bore that very same name.

She had not crossed over again.

It was still the same Jiu’er, but in this era, she was no longer Feng Jiu’er.

She was Zhen Jiu’er.

Her work badge clearly bore that very name.

“Jiu’er, you’re finally awake!”

Seated beside the bed was a girl about the same age as Zhen Jiu’er, a pair of large eyes fixed intently on her.

“Qiao Mu?”

Zhen Jiu’er rubbed her temples.

“Whoa! No way! You fainted and fell once and now you don’t even remember me?”

The girl’s face went pale with fright, and she immediately turned to dash toward the door. “Doctor! Doct—”

“Qiaoqiao, come back!”

Her name was Qiaoqiao, not Qiao Mu.

Though she wore a face that looked exactly like Qiao Mu’s.

But she was not Qiao Mu.

Qiaoqiao was a graduating student from Jiangzhou Medical University, in the same class as Zhen Jiu’er, both due to graduate that July.

They were both interning at this hospital.

Except, Qiaoqiao had never had the slightest interest in medicine—it was a path her parents had chosen for her.

So her medical skills were, frankly, mediocre—one might even say poor.

But she was Zhen Jiu’er’s closest friend.

Qiaoqiao hurried back to the bedside and reached out to feel Zhen Jiu’er’s forehead.

“No fever, your temperature’s completely normal! Jiu’er, how are you feeling right now?”

Jiu’er couldn’t put into words how she felt.

The only thing she felt was…

“Where is Ninth Imperial Uncle?”

“Ninth Imperial Uncle?” Qiaoqiao’s eyes went wide, and then she suddenly laughed. “You mean Young Master Jiu? I don’t know if he’s still at the hospital—let me go ask around for you.”

“Not… Young Master Jiu.” Her memories had already knitted themselves back together. Zhen Jiu’er threw back the covers, trying to get out of bed.

That gust of wind at the cliff’s edge—she had felt something strange about it even then.

That fierce wind had actually swept her whole body up into the air.

It had felt as though she’d been pulled into some vast black hole, pitch-black, unable to see even her own hand in front of her face.

She had called out desperately for Ninth Imperial Uncle, but there had been no answer.

Then, she had lost consciousness.

After that, it was as if she had slept a very long sleep, and when she woke, she had become Zhen Jiu’er.

Since she herself had crossed over into this era, was it possible that Ninth Imperial Uncle had come as well?

After all, they had fallen from the very same cliff.

“What do you mean, not Young Master Jiu? It IS Young Master Jiu!”

Qiaoqiao thought the Jiu’er in front of her seemed a bit strange, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

“Don’t get worked up, rest for a bit first. I’ll go ask around about Young Master Jiu for you.”

She pushed Jiu’er back down onto the bed and dashed out of the room in a flash.

Jiu’er, instead, found herself no longer anxious.

She needed to calm down.

She needed to find Ninth Imperial Uncle.

The Beimu Kingdom, the War God Prince, the emperor who had abandoned his throne and left home…

Her thoughts were a tangled mess.

Soon, Qiaoqiao came back.

Jiu’er asked at once, “Qiaoqiao, have you ever heard of the Beimu Kingdom?”

“I don’t know anything about some Beimu Kingdom—but I do know your credit for this got stolen right out from under you!”

Qiaoqiao had gone out and come back practically smoking with anger.

“How could they do that? How could they say those things about you in front of Young Master Jiu? That’s just too much! Come on, Jiu’er, let’s go find Young Master Jiu—I’ll tell him it was you, Zhen Jiu’er, who brought Young Master Lu back from the brink!”