After picking up the medicine at the pharmacy, Nurse Foster didn’t delay for even a moment. She pushed the medicine cart quickly toward the emergency care room. Although there were staff on duty there, seeing Aunt Carter’s anxious expression, she only hoped that Ethan Brooks would recover as soon as possible. After all, he was a top student at Zheqing University, the same university as her younger sister Grace. She didn’t know what his major was. Sigh, after such a serious illness, it would probably affect his studies.

Slowly pushing open the door, Nurse Foster was startled. At some point, Ethan Brooks had already woken up and was staring blankly at the mirror in front of him, not even glancing over when he heard the door open.

Looking at his head, wrapped up almost like a gourd, Nurse Foster sighed. He was seriously injured. Even if he recovered, he would probably be left with some scars on his face. For some young people who care about their looks, what could be more important than appearance? She only hoped this young man could focus on his studies and let go of superficial vanity—that would truly honor his parents.

She walked slowly to Ethan Brooks’s side. Nurse Foster gave a gentle smile, trying to draw his attention away from the mirror and onto herself. Eric Foster didn’t move at all, only asking, “Where is this place?”

His way of speaking was a bit awkward, as if it took great effort, and his tone was rather strange. Nurse Foster was momentarily stunned. It didn’t sound like a southern accent, nor like a modern person’s way of speaking, but there was a captivating force in it.

“Where else could it be?” Nurse Foster’s heart skipped a beat, and she smiled. “Of course, this is a hospital.”

“Hospital?” Eric Foster furrowed his brow, thinking hard. It seemed the word “hospital” was very unfamiliar to him.

“I thought only women cared about their looks.” Nurse Foster was a little surprised and a bit worried. If his head was really damaged, it would be another heavy blow to The Brooks Couple.

“How do you mean, miss?” Eric Foster’s gaze remained fixed on the mirror. Besides a zongzi, there was now a slender figure in the reflection—a slim waist, delicate enough to hold in one hand!

Volume One: Where Am I

Chapter Four: Mental Illness, Insanity?

With a faint smile still on her lips, Nurse Foster said, “As expected of a talented student from Zheqing University—even the way you speak is different from others.” Listening to Ethan Brooks talk, she just found it amusing, as if facing an old scholar, but her expression showed no impatience.

“Zheqing University?” Eric Foster repeated, then fell silent.

In the mirror, a young woman in white stood gracefully, as pure as snow, like a silver vase. But he knew she was not Silver Vase, and he didn’t care who she was. He only wanted to know who he himself was.

If not for his iron will, he would have been driven mad by this bizarre situation. This wasn’t a dream; it seemed he had arrived in a space that didn’t belong to the Song Dynasty—not Jin, not Mongol, perhaps not even the Central Plains!

Losing his martial arts could be remedied—he had trained his skills before, and now that he had mastered the essence of the Art of Farewell, starting over would only make him progress faster, without the detours he took before.

But having lost his place in the world, how could he face it? Even if he achieved peerless martial arts, what use would it be?

Could it be that only overseas did such strange things happen? But how could he explain that the person in the mirror was not himself?

He hadn’t heard anything they were saying before. Though the tone was different, he could barely understand, but even that was almost enough to drive him crazy. He could understand, but not truly comprehend!

“In fact, a good man should have ambitions everywhere.” Nurse Foster was afraid the young man in bed would take things too hard. “If you can really achieve something in your career, whether you’re handsome or not is secondary.”

“Well said,” Eric Foster replied slowly. “If not for the confusion between friend and foe, I’d want to be friends with you just for those words. Unfortunately…” He smiled bitterly inside. Even if my head were chopped ten or eight times, I wouldn’t care, but now it seems… I’m in someone else’s body?

Suddenly, a chill ran through his heart. Could this be the so-called soul transfer? He’d heard the Yan family in Xiangxi had such strange arts. Could they have used it on him? When he performed the Soul Separation technique, did his soul really leave his body and attach to someone else? If so, how far was this place from Zhuxian Town? Could he make it back in time? He sighed suddenly. I can’t even protect myself now—how can I worry about the battle at Zhuxian Town? It’s almost laughable.

Where was Silver Vase now?

But the most crucial point was: what was this place?

“What do you mean, confusion between friend and foe?” Nurse Foster chuckled lightly. “In our hospital, we treat the sick and save lives, help the dying and heal the injured. Even if a robber is hurt, as long as he comes here, we have to treat him first. Only then can the judge decide his guilt.”

“Judge?” Eric Foster repeated. What was a judge? From her tone, it seemed similar to a yamen official.