“Ah…” Eric Bennett was just about to comfort the woman with a few words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt a surge of information rush into his mind, making his head feel like it was about to split open, and the words he was about to say were swallowed back down.

At this moment, Eric Bennett's entire face twisted into a terrifying grimace. In an instant, he felt a roaring in his head, his vision went black, and he fainted.

“Master Carter, Master Carter, please take a look at what's wrong with Little Eric…” Seeing Eric Bennett collapse, the woman immediately panicked, frantically shaking the middle-aged man's arm as she spoke.

“Carry him to the bed!” The middle-aged man, who had not spoken until now and had just been watching Eric Bennett, finally gave an order after hearing the woman's words.

As soon as Master Carter finished speaking, the teenage boy beside the woman hurried forward, picked up Eric Bennett, and placed him on the bed.

“Lin…” After putting Eric Bennett on the bed, the young boy was about to ask something, but before he could get the words out, the middle-aged man waved his hand at him, signaling him not to speak.

After examining Eric Bennett, this Master Carter frowned deeply, muttering to himself, “Strange, his breath is stable, and his meridians are perfectly fine…”

“Could I have been mistaken just now? Impossible! But then what is going on?” No matter how hard Master Carter thought, he couldn't figure out what was happening.

“Master Carter, how is Little Eric?”

“Yeah! Master Carter, how is my brother?”

Seeing Master Carter finish his examination, the woman and the boy both asked anxiously.

“He's fine… He just needs some rest!” Indeed, at this moment, Eric Bennett was just a bit weak, but there was nothing seriously wrong.

After saying this, Master Carter got up and hurriedly left.

He really didn't want to stay any longer. Otherwise, if the two started asking why his diagnoses of Eric Bennett were so different, he wouldn't know how to answer.

“Thank heavens! Little Brian, let's go out! Let your brother rest a bit more!” Hearing that her son was fine, the woman said a short prayer, then spoke to the teenage boy, and together they left the room.

Actually, Eric Bennett had already woken up by this time, but he didn't open his eyes. He was extremely shocked and didn't know what to do, because he had actually transmigrated.

The reason he was in pain just now was because he had merged with a set of memories—not his own, but those of the original owner of this body.

What was going on? Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou? Even Eric Bennett couldn't tell.

He had originally been a master of traditional Chinese medicine in a country called “Huaxia” on a planet named Earth, the youngest of the five greatest TCM masters in history.

He had been vacationing at a resort in the mountains, when one night a devastating catastrophe struck—floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions one after another. He was instantly swallowed by a giant wave hundreds of meters high, and unexpectedly transmigrated to this world.

The owner of the body he now occupied was also named Eric Bennett, a villager of Niujiao Village. The middle-aged woman from earlier was the original's mother, Grace Turner, and the young man was his younger brother, Brian Bennett.

In his memories, there was a vague, tall figure who should be the original's father, named Adam Bennett, though his face was unclear.

Eric Bennett's memories included every detail of the original's life growing up, as well as memories of his mother mending clothes for others to support them.

If just now Eric Bennett had still felt like an outsider, now he felt completely integrated, as if he had become that Eric Bennett. Although the family was poor, his mother's care made him feel very happy.

After he invested himself in these feelings, he instantly felt the last trace of separation between the two souls disappear, and their memories merged into one.

Although he was now in control, the previous Eric Bennett's memories had fully fused with his own. It could be said that the two were now inseparable.

Eric Bennett had once stood at the pinnacle, so after the fusion, there was no longer any trace of immaturity in him, but rather a steadiness far beyond his years.

He now understood that the middle-aged man's earlier diagnosis of his meridians being severed and his breath being weak was true, but when he took over this body, it had already fully recovered. If not for the lingering weakness, he would be as healthy as anyone else.

This world was even more unexpected. It was vastly different from Earth—a world where martial strength reigned supreme. Here, martial power was the foundation of everything; without it, nothing else mattered.

When Eric Bennett was a teenager, he was found to have naturally narrow and fragile meridians, making it impossible for him to cultivate martial arts. But his younger brother, Brian Bennett, was found at age six to have naturally wide meridians—a martial arts prodigy.

However, cultivating martial arts in the early stages required a large amount of meat to replenish blood and energy. Otherwise, no matter how talented, one could not achieve anything.

Their mother, an ordinary woman, could never support two sons in martial training, no matter how hard she worked. Especially since Eric Bennett's meridians were so narrow, if he wanted to cultivate, the cost would be ten or even dozens of times that of others—something she simply could not afford.