Feeling a bit worried for this strange Ethan Brooks, not knowing what kind of mood Aunt Carter would be in when she saw him, Nurse Foster smiled and picked up the syringe. “Stop admiring yourself in the mirror like a woman. Come on, it’s time for your injection.”

Finally turning his head, Eric Foster’s gaze fell on the syringe in Nurse Foster’s hand, feeling a bit puzzled. It seemed they really were treating his illness, because after waking up, he actually felt a bit better inside. Although the effect of the injection was weak, the shot they just gave him didn’t seem to have any malicious intent.

But even if there was malice, he could only submit to his fate. At this moment, others held the knife, and he was the fish on the chopping block—what could he do?

He felt a slight pain in his arm, and in an instant a cool sensation spread inside him. Eric Foster stared unblinkingly at the syringe and suddenly asked, “Do you know Matthew Bennett?”

“Matthew Bennett?” Nurse Foster frowned slightly. “Wanyan? That’s a rare surname. I’ve only heard of it in costume dramas.”

Costume dramas? Eric Foster was taken aback. “The Jin dynasty dominated the north of the Central Plains, and the Wanyan surname was everywhere. How can you say it’s rare?”

“Jin dynasty?” Nurse Foster was stunned for a moment, then suddenly put away the syringe and laughed so hard she couldn’t straighten up. “You’re really funny. What’s your major at Zheqing University? Acting, right? You’re killing me.”

Eric Foster was a bit dazed. Acting—this was yet another new term for him. “You mean you don’t know about the Jin dynasty?” Eric Foster asked in disbelief.

“How could I not? I even know about the Song dynasty.” Nurse Foster tried to hold back her laughter and replied with a straight face.

Eric Foster was delighted. “So am I in the Jin dynasty or the Song dynasty now?”

Nurse Foster stared at him for a full minute, then suddenly put on a stern face and said seriously, “Ethan Brooks.” Seeing that he didn’t react at all, she said impatiently, “Hey, I’m talking to you.” Although her expression was serious, she didn’t have any real authority—maybe she was just a young girl after all.

Only then did Eric Foster come back to his senses, realizing that at this moment he wasn’t Eric Foster, but seemed to be called Ethan Brooks. He nodded slightly, waiting for her to continue, but his heart was pounding for some reason, not knowing why he was so nervous.

“The way you talk to me is one thing, but when Aunt Carter comes, you absolutely can’t have this attitude. Do you know how much your parents care about you? If you’re a man, you should face things head-on. Hiding isn’t the answer.”

Parents? Eric Foster gave a wry smile. If this wasn’t a dream, this joke was going too far. He’d inexplicably arrived in a strange place, taken over someone else’s body, and now even had parents. Still, he was unwilling to give up. When he’d asked earlier, those people treated him like a madman. This girl was at least easier to talk to. If he didn’t get to the bottom of things now, how could he be satisfied?

“Miss, do you know where Zhuxian Town is?” Eric Foster didn’t know why, but he was extremely nervous, his hands sweating, afraid she wouldn’t know anything.

“Zhuxian Town?” Nurse Foster frowned. “I think it’s in Henan, pretty far from here. It takes almost a whole day by train, and even by plane it’s a while.”

As for trains and planes, Eric Foster had no concept at all. He didn’t ask, just listened patiently.

“My geography isn’t very good. Oh, I remember now—hundreds of years ago, that’s where Yue Fei defeated the Jin army!” Nurse Foster suddenly remembered something and glanced at Ethan Brooks, feeling a bit strange. This patient’s body seemed pretty good—such serious injuries would normally be fatal, but he seemed to be getting more energetic as he spoke.

“Marshal Yue defeated the Jin army at Zhuxian Town?” Eric Foster was overjoyed. Had Marshal Yue already won while he was unconscious? But then he suddenly realized something and asked word by word, “You said hundreds of years ago?” His gaze shifted to the calendar: August 24, 2002, the year of Renwu Horse. This was a strange way of counting years—he’d never known of such an era!

He suddenly felt dizzy, a nameless fear welling up inside him.

Nurse Foster didn’t notice his pale face, nodded, and counted on her fingers. “Of course it’s been hundreds of years. That was the Southern Song dynasty. The Jin dynasty was destroyed in 1234 AD. My history isn’t great, but I know Yue Fei’s battles were definitely before 1234. But even if we’re sloppy and say the battle was in 1234, now it’s 2002, so that’s six, seven, eight—right, it should be eight hundred years.”

“Eight hundred years?” Even as calm as he was, Eric Foster couldn’t help but cry out, “You’re lying! You’re saying I’ve slept for eight hundred years? Even if I died and was reincarnated, it wouldn’t take that long.” But he knew clearly he hadn’t been reincarnated. Isn’t it said that after reincarnation you have to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and forget everything from your previous life? Everything that happened around him felt like yesterday—how could it be reincarnation!