Zhao Hezhen paused slightly, turning her head toward his voice, her face full of confusion: “In my memories, although they knew each other, they weren’t close. This matchmaking was introduced by teachers. Why would he prepare a famous doctor for her in advance?”

Fu Changrong: “She was always the only one in his eyes.”

Zhao Hezhen found herself speechless, feeling somewhat sad: “He didn’t get the chance to tell her.”

Fu Changrong: “Perhaps when they reach Dajin, he’ll tell her.”

Fu Changrong urged her to accept this goodwill: “This is his wish. I think seeing the world again must also be Miss Zhao’s wish, right?”

Regardless of whether Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang could be reborn elsewhere, they both wanted to fulfill this wish.

Fu Changrong’s body quickly recovered to the point where he could be discharged. While learning to understand this world, he contacted Maud through Shen Yan.

Maud had a good relationship with Fu Tinghan. Several years ago they had discussed Zhao Hanzhang’s eyes. The main medical equipment needed for Maud’s surgery even came from laboratories Fu Tinghan had cooperated with.

So he was very willing to operate on Zhao Hezhen, but Zhao Hezhen would need to go abroad for treatment, because the medical equipment used was only available overseas—the country hadn’t yet procured it.

“You need to act quickly. Going abroad is the best approach,” Shen Yan handed him a stack of documents. “But you’ve lost your memory now, language communication is a problem. Better to follow the original plan—wait for the equipment to arrive, then invite him over to operate.”

Fu Changrong reached out to take it, curiously flipping through: “I bought equipment? I’m that wealthy?”

Shen Yan smiled: “You invested quite a bit of money in laboratories back then. Plus you participated in projects and hold forty-five percent of this patent’s revenue. Not counting your dividends over the years, just based on this ownership percentage, acquiring one set of equipment is more than manageable.”

“The difficulty is how to get this equipment through customs and transport it back to the country.” This was a project Fu Tinghan participated in while studying abroad. Back then he participated in many projects, and this one wasn’t prominent among them, nor did it touch the nerves of the country where he studied, so his share could be preserved.

Shares from other projects had long been sold or transferred when he returned home.

Even without these things, an outstanding mathematician wouldn’t lack money, unless he himself had no need in that area.

However, Fu Tinghan indeed wasn’t like the conventional mathematicians he knew. Although he was also immersed in exploring mathematics, he dabbled in all sorts of other things. Just look at how he participated in projects everywhere. His specialty was theoretical mathematics, yet he always circled around applied mathematics. If not for his achievements in theoretical mathematics, he’d almost suspect Fu Tinghan had been forced to choose the wrong specialty initially.

Fu Changrong knew nothing of this. He asked: “When can the equipment be transported back?”

“The procedures have been going for a year and a half, currently with no definite return date.” Shen Yan said: “If you want speed, I suggest you go abroad. If you want stability, wait for the equipment to return. Teacher Zhao’s physical condition—her primary doctor understands best. When the time comes, he can assist Maud, and they can discuss the treatment plan together.”

Fu Changrong discussed with Zhao Hezhen, and they finally decided to seek stability.

Although both were interested in foreign countries, having constantly experienced warfare and repeatedly experienced coups and military rebellions, they both disliked taking risks.

Moreover, the novel things in the country were enough to keep them busy adapting for a while.

Although Zhao Hezhen was blind, having most of the original body’s memories, she adapted well.

She could now “read” braille—what else could be difficult for her?

Fu Changrong sat across from her, watching her hands rapidly search across the pages before turning them—she’d actually finished reading a page. He immediately came to his senses and quickly lowered his head to look at the book in his hands.

This was *Records of Famous Ministers of Dajin* that he’d found. It used considerable space writing about many people he didn’t recognize, such as Xie An and Fu Jian. Looking at their birth dates, they clearly weren’t yet born when he left.

What surprised him was that Wang Dao also occupied considerable space. But in the first year of Yongjia, Wang Dao wasn’t yet prominent, while the renowned Wang Yan could only occupy very little space here, mostly criticism.

His grandfather occupied even less space. Apart from his achievements in repairing water conservancy projects, everything else wrote about how he protected the Jin Emperor, recruited and bought horses wanting to revive Jin’s prestige but couldn’t succeed.

The book had only a few brief sentences, yet they encapsulated his grandfather’s wandering and displacement in the latter half of his life.

Zhao Changyu’s record was different.

He occupied quite a long section. After all, his talent and reputation at the time were both extremely strong.

But… he died early.

And flipping through all of *Book of Jin* and various histories that might record him, there was no detailed record of his descendants.

If not for the fact that many events recorded in the histories he had heard of, and seeing the historical writings clearly described Grandfather Zhao, he would definitely suspect he’d found the wrong person.

Why would the histories record Grandfather Zhao dying in the second year of Yuankang?

In the first year of Yongjia, he was still alive and well.

Zhao Hezhen closed her book, frowning, and reached out toward him: “Give me the book.”

Fu Changrong didn’t mind, placing the book in her hands: “This isn’t braille. Can you understand it?”

Zhao Hezhen fell silent, after a moment saying: “What did you find?”

“Don’t worry,” Fu Changrong said: “This world isn’t the future of our world, so its history isn’t our past or future either.”

Without concealment, he told her everything he’d discovered over these days, analyzing: “From your grandfather, we can see the two worlds are roughly similar but different.”

“The people seem to be the same people, but there are always subtle differences. If we say those details were misrecorded due to the passage of time, life and death are major matters—surely your grandfather’s death date wouldn’t be recorded wrongly? Yet it’s off by such a long time.”

“Who inherited my grandfather’s title?”

Seeing Fu Changrong didn’t answer, she knew the answer.

Hmph, since things were roughly similar, in their world the one who ultimately inherited the title might also be Uncle.

She of course knew this world wasn’t a continuation of their world.

As Zhao Hanzhang’s memories appeared, she already knew that time was irreversible.

What had already happened couldn’t be reshaped. At most, phantoms remained. She couldn’t return to the past or go to the future.

But she could go to another parallel space-time. Perhaps that space-time developed faster, the historical evolution timeline was different, and she reached the so-called “future.”

Naturally, they might also reach the so-called “past” in this way.

However, if two people in parallel space-times had such similar personalities, naturally occurring events would be largely the same.

Even if there were slight deviations, overall they were similar. So Grandfather ultimately chose to have Uncle inherit the title.

Hmph, although her brother wasn’t suitable to be Marquis Shangcai and clan leader, Zhao Ji was equally unsuitable.

Those children of his were all bad seeds, actually calculating to take family members’ lives. They were like this at such young ages—what about when they grew up?

Rather than giving it to them, better to adopt an heir from a collateral branch.

Ah, it was too late to say anything—she was already dead.