Chapter 2

Mo Wen felt as if his entire mind had been instantly drained, his consciousness hazy and unclear. In a daze, he had a dream!

In the dream, he was a young man, born into a feudal society similar to ancient times, a family renowned for generations of medical practitioners. It was said that several of his ancestors had been top imperial physicians, honored with the title of "National Medical Sage."

Since birth, he had been exposed to various medical knowledge, learning medical skills from the elders of his family. With his natural intelligence, he quickly stood out, surpassing even the old ancestors of his family, and was known as a "Young Medical Sage."

He was the youngest imperial physician in history, holding a third-rank official position, with unparalleled medical skills. However, at the age of twenty, his biological sister fell ill with a strange and incurable disease. Despite his medical expertise, he could not cure her. To treat her illness, he tasted hundreds of herbs, suffering from dozens of severe poisons, his body worn out, and his life nearing its end. Sadly, he still could not cure his sister's illness.

Claimed to be a divine physician, yet unable to cure his own loved one's illness, he felt despair and abandoned everything, walking alone into the Misty Mountains, seeking a way to turn things around.

The Misty Mountains were a mysterious and ancient range, said to be inhabited by immortals, with many divine realms filled with various medicinal herbs that could cure all diseases and even bring the dead back to life.

However, no one who ventured deep into the Misty Mountains had ever been heard of returning alive. It was a forbidden land, a place where ordinary humans could not enter. When he stepped into the Misty Mountains, he was already prepared to die.

...

The dream was vivid and real, every detail clearly appearing in Mo Wen's mind, as if everything were real and he had personally experienced it. The laughter and tears in the dream deeply resonated within Mo Wen's heart.

The feeling was magical; it seemed like a dream, yet time passed quickly, and it felt like reality, as if he had experienced everything bit by bit. It was like a person with amnesia suddenly remembering a lost part of their memory.

However, strangely, another part of the memory came from another world, spanning countless dimensions.

Mo Wen slowly awoke from his hazy state, not realizing when tears had streaked down his cheeks. It felt like an eternity, yet it was just a moment. The scene before him was still the frantic rescue by the beautiful doctor, but Mo Wen's senses had undergone a dramatic change.

Indeed, in that brief moment, Mo Wen seemed to be no longer the same Mo Wen, yet he was still the ordinary Mo Wen who had dropped out of school to work on a construction site.

He subconsciously touched the Bagua disk hanging from his chest, feeling that everything was related to it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have an additional twenty years of memory. He was only eighteen, but he felt as if he had lived for twenty-eight years.

For some reason, he had a hunch that the story was not over, and the "he" in the dream still had a story to tell. However, the dream ended when he entered the Misty Forest, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall what happened next.

Perhaps, when certain conditions were met, the story would continue. Mo Wen stroked the Bagua disk on his chest, slightly lost in thought. The Bagua disk had suddenly changed, and then he entered the dream without any warning. To find out what happened next, he needed to study the Bagua disk. Mo Wen secretly decided that the secret of the Bagua disk must not be told to anyone.

"Bad, the patient can't hold on much longer, why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?"

A worried female voice interrupted Mo Wen's thoughts. He subconsciously looked over and indeed saw that Old Zhang had fallen into a coma, his face stiff, and his breathing gradually ceasing.

The girl, though a doctor, knew that acute myocardial infarction could not be easily treated with simple measures. Basic first aid could only delay death, but without the necessary medication and equipment, stabilizing the condition was almost impossible.

If the ambulance did not arrive in time, Old Zhang would still be in danger.

"Move aside."

Mo Wen subconsciously stepped forward, indicating that the girl should move. As soon as he spoke, he hesitated. He was not a doctor, just a worker on the construction site. Why was he telling a doctor to move?

However, he could indeed treat Old Zhang's illness, which was not difficult for him. After all, he suddenly had the memory of a young medical sage, and sometimes he didn't even know who he was.

"What are you doing?"

The girl looked at Mo Wen suspiciously, clearly not understanding what he was doing. Everyone knew that time was life, and what was a worker doing here?

Mo Wen did not have time to deal with the girl. If he didn't act soon, Old Zhang would really be gone. This was a development zone, and by the time the ambulance arrived, Old Zhang would probably be dead.

He quickly took Old Zhang from the girl, quickly pressed a few points on Old Zhang's body, and then flipped him over, slapping his back. Old Zhang suddenly opened his mouth, spewing out a pile of filth, and then collapsed.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop it, do you know what you're doing? You'll kill someone."

Seeing Mo Wen's actions, the girl panicked, grabbing his arm to pull him away. However, she was a girl and could not match Mo Wen's strength. He was a strong, hardworking rural boy, with a solid build from years of labor.

Mo Wen did not resist, stopping after a few simple moves. After all, myocardial infarction was not a difficult condition for him to treat; it was just a matter of blocked blood flow in the heart, which could be easily resolved with a few special techniques.

He glanced at the girl, feeling that she was genuinely kind. Even as a doctor, it was impossible to treat a dying patient without any medical equipment. If she failed, the responsibility would fall on her.

Mo Wen did not want to meddle further, shrugged, and turned to leave. His mind was still in a dream-like state, and he had not had time to process everything, so he did not want to waste time here.

The girl did not have time to deal with Mo Wen, quickly checking Old Zhang's condition. To her surprise, Old Zhang's breathing had stabilized, and he no longer looked like he was in critical condition. She quickly took out a stethoscope from her bag and listened to Old Zhang's heart, discovering that his heartbeat was normal. The acute myocardial infarction that had almost killed him had been cured in an instant!

The girl subconsciously looked at Mo Wen's back and then decisively chased after him.

"Hello, my name is Shen Jing. Can we get to know each other?"

A graceful figure appeared in front of Mo Wen, her voice clear and gentle, and she extended a delicate hand.

"Uh..."

Mo Wen looked at Shen Jing awkwardly. It was the first time a girl had approached him, and she was so beautiful, making him slightly uncomfortable.

After all, Mo Wen was still a somewhat shy and insecure young man. He had not touched a girl's hand many times, and although he now had an additional lifetime of memories, those memories were strange and could not directly change his personality. In the strict feudal society of those memories, he was still a young man who had not married and had not interacted much with women.

"My name is Mo Wen."

Mo Wen's face turned red, and he shook Shen Jing's hand briefly before letting go.

"How did you do that? You stabilized an acute myocardial infarction without any medication or medical equipment."

Seeing Mo Wen's shyness, Shen Jing laughed, finding him innocent and cute.

"That's a secret."

Mo Wen hesitated and said, knowing he could not tell Shen Jing about his strange experience, or she might treat him like a lab rat.

"Tell me, please. I promise I won't tell anyone, okay?"

Shen Jing's eyes twinkled, and she looked at Mo Wen with a pitiful expression. She had studied medicine for over a decade and had several years of clinical experience, but this was the first time she had seen someone treat a heart condition so simply. She was extremely curious.

Mo Wen found it hard to resist Shen Jing's slightly coquettish tone. She was clearly a few years older than him, with a gentle demeanor like an older sister. Using a coquettish tone on a shy young man was almost a surefire tactic.

However, Mo Wen was a principled person, and with his additional lifetime of memories, he had seen many things. He would not easily give in.

"No, it's a family secret, not to be shared."

Mo Wen steadied himself and shook his head.

"Ah..."

Shen Jing felt frustrated. It was the first time she had tried to flirt with a boy, but he did not fall for it, which was a huge blow.

"Can you teach me? I can be your disciple, and I can pay tuition. Okay?"

Hearing that it was a family secret, Shen Jing became interested in learning it. Although Mo Wen said it was not to be shared, everything could be negotiated. If she could pay to learn, she would not hesitate. She had plenty of money, but the medical treasures passed down for thousands of years were priceless.

"No."

Mo Wen thought about it and still refused. Although the techniques were not advanced, they were not from this world. Teaching Shen Jing would be difficult, and there would be many questions. Besides, Mo Wen was not as interested in money as he used to be. With his current medical skills, earning money would not be a problem.

"I can pay a lot of money. I am a lecturer at Huaxia University's Medical Department and a chief physician at the First Military Medical University Hospital. I can spread your family's secret techniques, teach many people, and promote the development of medical science. You can apply for a patent, and we will only use it, not own it. It's not right to keep it to yourself."

Shen Jing looked at Mo Wen helplessly, still not wanting to give up. If these medical techniques were introduced into the medical field, they could help many people and save many lives. They could even inspire the development of other medical technologies.

"Are you a lecturer at Huaxia University's Medical Department?"

Mo Wen ignored Shen Jing's long speech and focused on one thing: she was a lecturer at Huaxia University, and she specialized in medicine. Huaxia University, the top university in the country, was the dream school he had always aspired to attend.