“Classmate? Colleague? Heh heh...” Grace Cooper let out a dry laugh, but in that smile, there was a hint of something chilling. “You really don’t remember? No wonder, no wonder... heh heh, Brian, do you still remember what Haozi said in the car that day? Maybe, in another dimension, there really is another version of him, and the history there is completely different from now.”

“What do you mean?” Brian Harper frowned tightly. “Hmm, first, who is this woman?”

Grace Cooper looked at him, quietly gazing at him. “She’s our teacher.”

“How come I don’t remember?”

Grace Cooper lowered her head and read the message on her phone again: Hao, stay at my place tonight.

“Because...” Grace Cooper looked up at Brian Harper. “She... died nine years ago!”

Chapter 1: Doctor Sis, Can I Touch You?

Fengyang City Emergency Center.

Eric Bennett used the last of his strength to force his eyelids open. Through a narrow slit, he saw five or six doctors in white coats trying to save him.

The pain was gradually fading.

Seeing the lead female surgeon frown tightly and shake her head at the others with a hint of helplessness, Eric Bennett understood that he was probably beyond saving.

Death.

A word that once felt so distant was now quietly descending upon him.

He moved his lips in unwillingness. “Doctor lady, I still have a breath left, can you all try to save me one more time?” But this sentence could only echo in his heart—he no longer had the strength to speak.

A wave of dizziness swept over him, and the last trace of pain in Eric Bennett’s weak body faded away. He gave a bitter, silent laugh, endless regret filling his heart.

He’d muddled through twenty-five years of life, never mind getting married—he hadn’t even tasted a woman’s lips. Wasn’t that a kind of sorrow in itself?

No! I can’t just die like this!

Eric Bennett shouted in his heart. He opened his eyes and stared hard at the female doctor. “Before I die, could you grant me one small request?” To his surprise, this time the words actually came out.

It must be a final burst of energy before death—he really was at the end!

At some point, the “female doctor” had already taken off her mask.

She looked about thirty-five, an age of deep maturity. Her thin, sexy lips exuded a faint allure, and the corners of her long eyes held a trace of charm.

Eric Bennett’s heart skipped inexplicably. To see such a beautiful woman before dying—maybe this was heaven’s little reward for his twenty-five years of abstinence.

Hearing Eric Bennett’s words, the beautiful woman cast a suspicious glance at him.

Normally, Eric Bennett would stammer in front of a mature woman, but now he had no hesitation. He gave an awkward smile, slowly stretched out his trembling arm, and excitedly uttered his final words: “Doctor sis, sorry to be rude, but, um, cough cough, can I touch you?” Even now, he didn’t know if a woman’s chest was hard or soft.

Squinting at the dazed look in the beautiful woman’s eyes, Eric Bennett gritted his teeth and reached out to grab. Her body was neither fat nor thin, but had a very full feeling.

He gently squeezed. Hmm, a bit firm on the outside, but inside it seemed soft and springy.

Eric Bennett let out a satisfied breath—so this was the legendary chest!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his wrist as the beautiful woman forcefully pried his hand off her body and flung it away. A flash of anger crossed Lauren Clark’s pupils.

Eric Bennett understood her—this reaction was normal. Still, he felt a bit frustrated. He thought, I’m about to die, can’t you let me touch a little longer?

Besides, just now you were holding a kitchen knife, cutting me up so fiercely, and I didn’t even complain, did I?

Hmph, stingy!

Eric Bennett muttered to himself for a while before finally closing his eyes in resignation, waiting for death.

One minute...

Two minutes...

“Huh, why am I not dead yet?” Eric Bennett wondered.

A slightly heavy voice suddenly pierced his eardrums: “If you don’t want to die, keep your voice down.”

It was a mature woman’s voice.

Eric Bennett blinked in confusion. A flash of bright light hit his eyes. Rubbing his eyes and looking around—wait, this didn’t look like a hospital?

He was squatting in a corner, and right next to him was that mature “doctor.” But on closer inspection, Eric Bennett was startled. The mature woman squatting beside him was dressed in a sharp black women’s suit, her wavy hair draped over her fragrant shoulders—definitely not a doctor’s outfit!

Looking further, he saw a huge hall, with people crowded along the edges. Two masked men with guns stood in the center, cursing and shouting at the police outside the door: “If we don’t see a bulletproof car in ten minutes, I’ll kill everyone!” They waved their dark guns menacingly, and wherever they pointed, the crowd screamed in terror.

Eric Bennett immediately realized—this was a bank, and robbers were holding it up. And he... was alive!

He moved his body in astonishment, feeling the long-lost strength return to every muscle. What surprised him even more was that his once rough hands were now fair and tender, even a size smaller.

The next moment, the digital clock of the Industrial and Commercial Bank came into view: August 20, 2001.

My God!