Chapter 1

Pain! Unbearable pain! Song Qingshu gradually woke from unconsciousness, feeling as if all his bones were shattered, unable to even move a finger. Recalling the large truck that had come head-on before he lost consciousness, a chill ran through his heart: "Could it be that I’ve managed to survive, only to be paralyzed for the rest of my life?"

Is this a hospital? Song Qingshu opened his eyes and began to slowly take in his surroundings. The green curtains fluttered without a breeze, and a white candle on the table in the center of the room flickered on and off. A graceful woman sat with her back to him, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

He couldn't see the woman's face, but the dim candlelight cast a pale, eerie glow on her plain green robe, which was somewhat frightening. Song Qingshu thought to himself, what kind of hospital is this? Not only is there no electricity, but the ward is set up like a funeral hall, and the nurse sitting there looks like a ghost. A timid person would have been scared out of their wits by now.

The woman in the green robe seemed lost in thought and didn't notice that the man in the bed had woken up. At that moment, a nun knocked and entered to report: "Master, the leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wujie, requests an audience."

The woman's body visibly trembled, but she quickly regained her composure: "Men and women should be separate, and it is inappropriate to meet at night. Ask him to leave." Despite her cold tone, the clear and crisp voice of the woman in the green robe was quite beautiful, with a hint of ethereal quality.

At that moment, a steady and clear male voice came from outside: "I am skilled in medicine and wish to treat Young Hero Song Qingshu. I have no other intentions."

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Song Qingshu, who was very familiar with Jin Yong's novels, felt a chill run from head to toe. If this wasn't a period drama, and considering the appearance of Zhang Wujie, the leader of the Ming Cult, and the current situation, could it be that he was the unfortunate Song Qingshu from *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*?

The shock cleared the fog from his mind, which had been muddled from the severe injuries and unconsciousness. Song Qingshu slowly recalled the details of the car accident, and his face turned pale as he remembered that he had died. He just didn't understand why he was lying here, but from their conversation, it seemed he was in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*.

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