Thinking about being a passionate young person, living in the 21st century where life sciences are at the forefront, with waves of cutting-edge sciences like biomedical research, genetics, and tissue engineering surging forward—this should be the time for outstanding 21st-century medical professionals like myself to seize the historical opportunity, holding the ideal of making greater contributions to the “second leap” of Chinese life sciences, striving to ensure sustainable national development and meet the health needs of the people by seeking that second leap. Studying the spirit of Bethune, just as I was ready to dedicate my life to the cause of the Four Modernizations in medicine, full of promise—suddenly, I’ve transmigrated, transmigrated...

“Damn it, online games really ruin people’s lives...” Peter Brooks couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh. At that moment, the Healer Harris who was in the middle of a shamanic ritual suddenly strode up to Peter Brooks, holding a large thigh bone—who knows if it was from a horse or a cow—pointed it right at Peter Brooks’s nose and shouted, “Steady your spirit!”

Peter Brooks was nearly knocked out again by the stench of that meat-covered bone, which still seemed to have tendons dangling from it.

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“All right! Now I’ve already called back your young master’s soul.” The shaman master grabbed his waistband with one hand—almost slipping down from his earlier exertions and risking exposure—while dramatically shaking his hair, which looked like a chicken’s nest after a firecracker, and shouted loudly.

“Young master, do you still recognize me?” The bad-breathed uncle leaned in, his face full of anxiety and hope. Peter Brooks did his best to lean back to avoid the foul breath, nodding desperately: “I do, I do, you’re Steward Mason.”

“Young master finally recognizes this old servant...” Tears streamed down the bad-breathed uncle’s face in an instant, and he was so excited he almost wanted to pick up Peter Brooks and kiss him. Peter Brooks was so startled he quickly stuck out his foot to block the uncle’s chest. “You, what are you trying to do?”

“Hehe, this old servant was just too excited to see you well again. If you can recover, young master, I’d be willing to die right now.” The bad-breathed uncle finally calmed down from his excitement, giving Peter Brooks a somewhat shy smile. Those big yellow teeth made Peter Brooks’s hair stand on end. Luckily, there weren’t any chili skins stuck to them or anything. Peter Brooks felt his stomach churn and almost gagged, but was secretly relieved.

At this point, the medicine prepared by the old medical worker was ready. The steward seemed a bit uneasy, personally stepping forward to take the tray from the young servant, and barked at the others, “What are you all standing around for? Go get some honey water! Don’t you know our young master has hated bitter medicine since childhood...”

Hearing this, Peter Brooks felt a warmth in his heart. Although Steward Mason looked fierce and his personal hygiene was quite poor, his loyalty to his young master was undeniable. According to the Three Kingdoms games Peter Brooks played in his previous life, Steward Mason’s loyalty would probably be at least ninety-nine.

Steward Mason personally handed the thick, black medicinal decoction to Peter Brooks. Under the concerned gazes of the steward and the servants, Peter Brooks examined the medicine bowl—it was lacquerware, Han dynasty lacquerware. In modern times, it would be considered a national treasure, but unfortunately, now even if Peter Brooks tried to sell it on the street, it wouldn’t fetch much, since everyone here uses Han dynasty items.

As Peter Brooks let his mind wander, he took a small sip of the medicine and smacked his lips. Not bad—he could taste several ingredients, most of which were calming, brain-nourishing, and yin-moistening herbs. Still, such a big bowl was a bit daunting. Instinctively, Peter Brooks looked up at the people in front of him.

Steward Mason quickly forced a smile: “Young master, please drink it quickly. You can’t get better without taking your medicine.”

Next to Steward Mason, the old medical worker stared intently at Peter Brooks, as if he wouldn’t rest until he saw Peter Brooks drink the medicine. Fine, there’s no real harm in it anyway, and at least it would put these people at ease. Resigned, Peter Brooks squinted his eyes, picked up the thick black medicine, and gulped it down.

Steward Mason took the bowl, now with only a bit of dregs left. “Quick, bring the honey water for the young master to rinse his mouth.”

After all this fuss, everyone seemed to feel that Peter Brooks’s physical and mental state was on the mend. Since that was the case, there was no need for such a big crowd to stand guard anymore. The old medical worker gave Steward Mason a few more instructions, then, together with the shaman—now changed into normal clothes—took his leave from Steward Mason.

“On behalf of my young master, I thank you both. Someone, see these two gentlemen out, and give each of them half a bolt of silk and some of last year’s new millet...” At the door, Steward Mason was full of authority, as if in front of others, he transformed into the CEO of some big corporation.

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After seeing the guests out, Steward Mason returned inside, only to see Peter Brooks staring blankly at the ceiling beam, lost in thought. He felt a bit uneasy—could the young master be having another episode? “Young master, you’re not fully recovered yet. It’s best to rest more.”

“That’s all right, Meng, Steward Mason, I actually have a few things I want to ask you.” Having just come back to life, Peter Brooks had no time to rest. What he needed most was to figure out exactly where in the Three Kingdoms he was.