Before his eyes seemed to be a layer of gauze. He saw “him” standing aside, secretly watching someone. It was very blurry. His heart felt sour and painful, but at times also indescribably happy and sweet.

This complex emotion was something Fu Changrong had never experienced in his short life.

Although he couldn’t see the person clearly, he knew “he” was the original body, and that blurrier figure was called Zhao Hanzhang—the original owner of Zhao Hezhen’s body.

The flashing memories were very brief—so brief he couldn’t even remember the few scenes that flashed by. But the dull pain and tender feelings in his heart remained.

And he also learned one thing.

After Zhao Hanzhang lost her sight in an accident as a youth, because modern medicine wasn’t sufficient to treat her eyes, Fu Tinghan had always wanted to advance relevant medical progress.

Over these years, half of the laboratories he cooperated with were biological laboratories.

For experiments on biological materials, his calculations alone could eliminate at least sixty percent of wrong options.

No matter what experiment, repeated trial and error was needed to find the correct option.

Sometimes to synthesize a desired material required thousands or tens of thousands of trials, costing countless funds.

Fu Tinghan’s role was to compress the experimental range at the very beginning based on the materials they wanted, reducing trial-and-error costs.

This was just one aspect. Many biological research labs wanted to cooperate with him, and biological research was upstream from medicine.

Through them, he knew a batch of the world’s most cutting-edge famous doctors. Maud was one of the doctors most likely to complete Zhao Hanzhang’s surgery.

The reason for Zhao Hanzhang’s blindness wasn’t in the eyeballs, but in the brain.

Fu Changrong awoke from the strange dream, his body’s pain slowly dissipating. Shen Yan was extremely worried, examining him from inside to out.

Blood was drawn, a CT taken, and he wanted to take him for an MRI, which Fu Changrong refused.

He knew the reason for his heart pain—it was because of Zhao Hanzhang, wasn’t it?

The original owner admired Zhao Hanzhang. Suddenly hearing she might regain her sight, the body’s memories revived, causing him this pain.

Fu Changrong didn’t reject this suffering.

He felt somewhat guilty and apologetic, not knowing if the original owner still existed. If so, how could he return the body to him?

Although this world was marvelous and he had infinite curiosity, wanting to study it in depth, he knew this body wasn’t his. He was just an outside soul, occupying another’s nest.

Unfortunately, though he constantly called out in his heart, he couldn’t summon him. But when he silently recited Zhao Hanzhang’s name, some memories would flash in the depths of his mind.

Though not as clear and detailed as what Zhao Hezhen saw, it allowed him to gradually integrate into this world.

After calling for a long time with no effect whatsoever, Fu Changrong couldn’t help asking Zhao Hezhen: “Have you called out to her?”

The question came out of nowhere, but Zhao Hezhen instantly understood, lowering her voice: “Of course I have. When I first woke up, I called every day, all the time.”

Although this world was magical and stable… she couldn’t rest easy about her brother, her mother, or her grandfather.

She felt this world should just be a strange grand dream. She still wanted to return to her own world.

So after the initial wonder, she called out the original owner’s name in her heart every day. Unfortunately, there was never any response.

Zhao Hezhen’s voice was low: “Perhaps because there’s no one in this world she yearns for, no matter how I call, she doesn’t respond. Or it’s possible she truly died.”

Hearing this, Fu Changrong also felt melancholy.

Zhao Hezhen asked: “Do you think we died in Dajin?”

Fu Changrong hesitated before saying: “We didn’t necessarily die. Have you considered that we entered their bodies, and they very likely entered ours?”

Zhao Hezhen’s eyes lit up: “Really?”

Fu Changrong: “I heard the elevator fall was a major accident. When you and I woke up, we were indeed severely injured. And at that time at Luoyang’s city gate, we also injured our heads. Perhaps because of this, we accidentally exchanged souls.”

Zhao Hezhen was eager to try: “Then if we injure our heads again, can we switch back?”

Although this world was good, this world had no mother, no brother, no grandfather. The people she loved weren’t here.

Fu Changrong feared she might do something rash and quickly said: “The brain is complex—we can’t just injure it casually. What if we make things worse?”

Zhao Hezhen frowned tightly without speaking.

Fu Changrong said quietly: “Let’s wait a bit longer. I don’t think it’s just about injuring the head to be able to exchange. Otherwise in two worlds, how many people injure their heads every day, how many are on the brink of death? Could they all exchange souls?”

This reasoning convinced Zhao Hezhen: “My eyes aren’t good, so you need to get better quickly, then research this thoroughly. Find the underlying cause—perhaps we can go back.”

Zhao Hezhen paused before asking: “You want to go back, right?”

Fu Changrong sighed: “Although that world is broken down, a child doesn’t disdain their mother’s poverty. Of course I want to return.”

His connection with his parents was weak. Although his grandfather doted on him, they spent little time together. Moreover, he knew that compared to him, like his mother, his grandfather loved Dajin more.

So Fu Changrong wasn’t a person abundant in emotion.

Compared to Zhao Hezhen who worried about her mother and brother and urgently wanted to return, Fu Changrong appeared much calmer.

His desire to return wasn’t due to worrying about family.

In his view, whether grandfather, father, or mother—with or without him, they could all live the lives they wanted, unaffected by him.

He wanted to return simply because that world was too broken down. He wanted to mend and patch it like his father and grandfather.

However, unlike his father and grandfather, he didn’t want Dajin to continue. He felt the realm should have a different Son of Heaven—anyone would do, as long as they weren’t from the Sima family.

Even though that was his maternal grandfather’s family.

Much, much later, Fu Changrong finally saw records of Dajin in history books. It turned out that in this world’s history, Dajin actually existed, as did his grandfather, father, and mother.

Dajin eventually fell, but not at that time—it continued for another hundred years.

He died in the first year of Yongjia. After that, Jin continued for one hundred and thirteen years, also in chaos for one hundred and thirteen years. What karmic retribution—it was almost like returning to the chaos of the Warring States period, even worse than then.

Fortunately Yang Jian appeared and unified the realm, otherwise his maternal grandfather’s family would have become eternal sinners.

Oh, they were eternal sinners now anyway.

Of course, at this time Fu Changrong knew nothing of this. He was telling Zhao Hezhen what he remembered from his memories, saying quietly: “He’s secured a famous doctor for Miss Zhao. Now that doctor has the capability to perform surgery for her—oh, that is, for you—to restore your sight. Do you want to do it?”