Now it was Zhao Hezhen’s turn to be surprised: “You don’t have his memories?”

Fu Changrong fell silent.

He didn’t!

Not at all!

His silence gave Zhao Hezhen her answer. She too fell silent for a moment, then said sympathetically: “I can help you.”

Fu Changrong looked doubtfully at her eyes: “Your eyes…”

Zhao Hezhen’s lips curved slightly: “Her eyes weren’t damaged from the start. In her memories, there are many memories from before losing her sight. I know much more than you.”

“Moreover, there are also many memories after her eyes went blind. With just a little practice, I can live normally like her.” After all, this body had muscle memory—after hearing something, the brain would automatically search out how to use things, and the body would naturally complete the actions.

She didn’t feel she was at a disadvantage compared to Fu Changrong.

After all, compared to her, he was like a newborn baby, knowing nothing about this world.

Fu Changrong immediately expressed thanks, and reciprocated: “If you have difficulties in the future, you can tell me. I will do my utmost to help you.”

Zhao Hezhen felt it unnecessary. Judging by appearances, Fu Changrong didn’t know about the marriage arrangement, so she didn’t plan to tell him.

The memories of this body told her that she was very safe in this world. The country was stable, the people lived and worked in peace. Not only did she have substantial wealth left by her ancestors, she also had a well-paying job.

Zhao Hezhen didn’t find it strange that women had jobs.

In Dajin, women from commoner families also had to work and earn money. Even for women like them from aristocratic families who had family resources, they had to manage household properties and maintain the family’s income and expenditure balance.

That was the work of a manager.

Those with less wealth spun thread, embroidered, brewed wine, made perfumes, or even became female teachers at other houses. Naturally they did what they were skilled at, making a living from whatever work they could do.

This was similar to her in the memories.

She was only shocked that women of this era could study for as long as they wished according to their own will, and could enter officialdom just like men.

Most shocking of all was that education was no longer the privilege of the gentry—commoners could also study, and in fact must study.

Did Fu Changrong know these things?

Zhao Hezhen felt a secret pride—she knew all these things, while he didn’t.

Over the next few days, Zhao Hezhen came daily to speak with him in whispers. First, to introduce him to some common knowledge of this world; second, she had Fu Changrong lead her to touch the strange and curious objects of this world, then she would tell him how to use them. Through touching, she also integrated what she touched with things in her memories.

Every day, people came to visit Fu Tinghan.

Not only school and college leaders, but also people from laboratories and students, and even doctors who flew in from other places.

Hearing this, Fu Changrong couldn’t help quietly asking Zhao Hezhen: “They really flew here?”

Zhao Hezhen nodded with a completely serious expression: “That’s right, they flew.”

Fu Changrong’s face showed excitement and yearning as he whispered: “I wonder if we can learn this skill.”

Zhao Hezhen suppressed her laughter and said: “Without learning, we can still fly. I’ve flown in my memories—you must have flown too.”

Fu Changrong’s eyes widened. He couldn’t help examining himself up and down, suppressing his excitement: “How do we fly?”

Zhao Hezhen finally couldn’t hold back her laughter, tears glistening in her eyes from holding it in too hard: “By sitting.”

She said: “There’s a device called an airplane. Sitting inside it, you can fly up into the sky.”

Fu Changrong quickly translated it into something he could understand: “Is it perhaps like a celestial horse?” Just like people riding horses on land.

Zhao Hezhen paused, then said: “No, it’s like a bird, with people inside the bird’s belly.”

“How big would that bird need to be?”

“Just imagine it as a Kunpeng. How big is a Kunpeng? One airplane can hold one or two hundred people.”

Fu Changrong’s eyes widened—that was quite large, a Kunpeng indeed!

He was extremely curious about this world.

Zhao Hezhen was curious too. She couldn’t help touching her eyes. Although her mind held memories of the past like watching a movie, she still wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Fu Changrong noticed her gesture. When the doctor came again, he avoided others and asked: “With medicine so advanced now, can’t Teacher Zhao’s eyes be cured?”

This was a new doctor assigned to him these past two days, said to be highly skilled and quite good-looking. Because of him, more doctors and nurses had been coming to his room these past two days, mostly women, making it difficult for him to speak privately with Zhao Hezhen.

Hearing this, the new doctor looked up at him, putting away his notepad: “Why are you speaking so formally now? But you haven’t forgotten your original intentions—even after losing your memory, you still remember to treat her eyes.”

Fu Changrong paused, raising his head to study him carefully: “Doctor Shen, do we know each other?”

Shen Yan’s expression didn’t change, calmly saying: “Of course we know each other. We’ve known each other for over twenty years. Nice to meet you, Professor Fu. Let me reintroduce myself—I’m your elementary school deskmate, middle school deskmate, and also high school deskmate.”

Fu Changrong: …

He felt somewhat apprehensive. This person must be extremely familiar with the original owner of this body, yet he knew nothing about it.

Shen Yan didn’t care about his silence. After finishing writing up today’s rounds, he said: “The CT shows some shadow in the front of your left brain. This might be causing your amnesia, but you’ve forgotten too completely—not remembering people and events is one thing, but you don’t even remember objects, like a newborn baby.”

Shen Yan looked him up and down: “Even your accent when speaking is different. Honestly, if the DNA didn’t show you were the same person, I’d suspect you weren’t Fu Tinghan but someone who just happened to look like him.”

Fu Changrong held back but couldn’t suppress his curiosity: “What is DNA?”

Shen Yan took in his expression and couldn’t help laughing: “Everything else changed, but this curious nature hasn’t changed a bit.”

Shen Yan pulled over a chair and sat across from him, explaining in detail what DNA was.

Fu Changrong listened very seriously. This was much more detailed than what Zhao Hezhen taught him.

Perhaps because she couldn’t see, Zhao Hezhen’s cognition had some deviations when teaching him. She always couldn’t help losing her temper, thinking he was stupid, when he was clearly quite clever.

At this moment, Shen Yan praised his intelligence: “It’s just a bit lacking compared to before. It seems this elevator accident really did serious damage to your brain.”

Now he was just ordinarily smart, incomparable to before.

After chatting, Shen Yan finally pulled the conversation back: “Maud’s surgery results from two months ago are out. The patient has recovered very stably and can now use their eyes normally. His new technique’s success rate in clinical practice has increased by sixty percent. I sent him her examination report, and Maud said she’s been well-maintained with good physical condition. If he performs the surgery, the success rate is above seventy-five percent.”

For some reason, Fu Changrong’s heart began beating violently, then ached as if someone had grabbed and twisted it tightly. The pain made him curl up.

Shen Yan was startled and quickly stepped forward to hold him down: “Tinghan, Fu Tinghan, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

Fu Changrong fainted from the sheer pain.