“You’ve slept for eight hundred years?” Nurse Foster was stunned, then suddenly shouted, “Ethan Brooks, you’re a college student now, you’re an adult. You should know what’s right and what’s wrong, and what you shouldn’t do to make your parents worry. You just had a car accident and were in a coma for two days! That’s all there is to it. Don’t keep talking about your Song Dynasty and Jin Dynasty all the time. Don’t you know how much that worries your parents?”

Staring blankly at Nurse Foster in front of him, Eric Foster felt a wave of confusion in his heart. After a long while, seeing that he remained silent, Nurse Foster finally calmed down, and also felt a bit strange—why did she lose her temper at him for no reason?

“Can I ask you one last question?” Eric Foster finally asked again.

Feeling a bit apologetic, thinking that although she was concerned, as a nurse it was still wrong to lose her temper at a patient, she said, “Go ahead.”

“I remember… if I’m not mistaken, that was…” He glanced at the calendar. “That was the eleventh year of Shaoxing, when Marshal Yue defeated the Jin army at Zhuxian Town, right?”

So he still didn’t take her words to heart. Look, it’s that Marshal Yue and the Jin army again. She shook her head, not knowing why he spoke so earnestly. But seeing the sorrow in his eyes, Nurse Foster still replied, “You’d have to ask a history teacher for the exact year. But you need to know, Yue Fei, the Jin army, the Southern Song—they all turned to dust eight hundred years ago.”

Glancing at Nurse Foster, Eric Foster seemed to tremble all over. “What did you say? Marshal Yue is already dead?”

“Of course he’s dead.” Nurse Foster was both exasperated and amused. “Even if Yue Fei hadn’t died at Fengbo Pavilion, even if Qin Hui hadn’t killed him on trumped-up charges, it’s been eight hundred years now. No one can live for eight hundred years, not even Yue Fei!”

“You’re lying!” Eric Foster suddenly roared, “Marshal Yue always treated Prime Minister Qin like a brother. He even risked his life to save him back then. Prime Minister Qin always trusted Marshal Yue completely and confided everything in him. How could he possibly kill Marshal Yue!” He was starting to believe he had come eight hundred years into the future, but he just couldn’t accept that Qin Hui, whom Marshal Yue always regarded as an elder brother, could have turned on him and killed Yue Fei!

Seeing Ethan Brooks’s face twitching, with a fierce glint in his eyes, Nurse Foster suddenly felt a bit afraid. Even though she knew the young man in the bed couldn’t jump up and hurt her, she still took a few steps back.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open. Dr. Sullivan walked in, glanced at Ethan Brooks on the bed, and looked a bit puzzled. “Nurse Foster, what’s going on?”

Nurse Foster hesitated for a moment, then finally said, “He says Yue Fei and Qin Hui were as close as brothers, and claims he’s slept for eight hundred years. Dr. Sullivan, I think there really is something wrong with his mental state.” Suddenly seeing the Lin couple behind Dr. Sullivan, her face turned a bit pale, regretting that she’d brought it up in front of them, afraid it would upset Aunt Carter. Even though she was telling the truth, no one could believe that Yue Fei and Qin Hui were as close as brothers.

Dr. Sullivan was taken aback, walked over to Ethan Brooks, and said kindly, “Ethan Brooks, are you feeling any better?”

Eric Foster suddenly shuddered all over, stared at Dr. Sullivan for a long moment, and gradually a look of utter shock appeared in his eyes. “Dr. Sullivan? Qin Huizhi, is that you?”

Dr. Sullivan was stunned. “Who is Qin Huizhi?”

Eric Foster gave a bitter laugh. “Was it really you who killed Marshal Yue back then?” Marshal Yue had countless elite soldiers under his command and was himself a rare, peerless master. If he had died on the battlefield, he wouldn’t have believed it. But if he was killed by a traitor, he could believe it a little—just because Marshal Yue had a flaw: he trusted Emperor Gaozong too much!

He also trusted Qin Hui. Could that really have been the cause of his death?

But is trusting someone really a reason to die?

Now Dr. Sullivan started to understand. So this young man was taking him for Qin Hui. Nurse Foster was right, Dr. Smith was right too—this young man really did have some mental issues. Still, this student knew his history well; most people didn’t know that Qin Hui’s courtesy name was Huizhi. He knew, but when Ethan Brooks suddenly brought it up, he was caught off guard for a moment. He frowned. “Nurse Foster, prepare a sedative.”

Helen Carter’s tears welled up again. She just looked at her son and said, “Little Ethan, don’t scare Mom. Do you still recognize me?” As she spoke, she was about to step forward, but Ping Brooks grabbed his wife. The son who had grown up right under his nose now seemed so unfamiliar!

Even though he couldn’t move in bed, he was actually afraid his son might hurt his wife.

Nurse Foster answered, took a sedative from the medicine cart, glanced at Ethan Brooks, and felt a bit afraid. Dr. Sullivan saw her fearful look, walked over to her, sighed, and held out his hand. “Give me the syringe.”

Nurse Foster hesitantly handed over the syringe. Dr. Sullivan took it, walked to Ethan Brooks’s side, rolled up his sleeve, but kept a careful eye on his movements the whole time, afraid he might do something drastic.