During these three days, William Bolton also assimilated the memories of this young man. Coincidentally, this young man was also named William Bolton, a student at a nearby university. That day, he was rushing to a tutoring job, never expecting to meet with such a disaster. What a tragedy!

This young man must have done plenty of bad things in his previous life, William Bolton consoled himself.

His whole body was sore and aching, feeling quite unaccustomed to it. God knows how many years it had been since he last felt pain. His lips were cracked, and his throat was extremely dry.

Turning his head slightly to look at the surroundings, William Bolton discovered that this was a very high-end hospital room.

There were only two beds in the entire room. He was lying on one, and the other seemed to have been newly added, with a beautiful woman lying on it.

Everything here was so novel. To William Bolton, everything was incomparably strange and new.

He stared for a long time, then compared it with the merged memories. William Bolton realized he now recognized quite a few things.

A thousand years had passed, and so much had changed. There were people everywhere, bustling about, and all sorts of iron monsters running on the roads—oh, those things should be called cars.

What made William Bolton most uncomfortable was that the spiritual energy was too turbid, chaotic and messy, nothing like the scene a thousand years ago.

William Bolton tried to speak, but could only make a gurgling sound from his throat. Although the sound was faint, it still woke up the beautiful woman on the other bed.

Her eyes were red, hair draped over her shoulders. She turned to glance at William Bolton, and immediately climbed up in surprise and delight, coming over to stare at him and say, “You’re awake?”

William Bolton nodded slightly.

“Doctor, doctor, he’s awake!” The beautiful woman pressed a red button nearby and called out excitedly.

“Are you feeling any discomfort?” The beautiful woman leaned her little head close to William Bolton, asking softly. A fragrant scent wafted over. Looking at her poetic, elegant face, William Bolton blushed a little.

Damn it, am I still capable of blushing? Have I lost my cultivation and my composure as well?

Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, William Bolton finally opened his mouth and softly said, “Water.”

“I’ll get it for you, wait here.” The beautiful woman bounced away like a happy little sparrow.

After a while, a doctor came to check on him, telling William Bolton and the beautiful woman, “It’s good that he’s awake, there’s no longer any danger to his life. He can’t eat solid food for the next few days, so make some soup for him to nourish his body. He can only eat solid food once he’s able to pass gas. Understand?”

William Bolton was terribly embarrassed, but the beautiful woman, her face slightly red, nodded on his behalf.

In the days that followed, William Bolton lived quite comfortably. That beautiful woman was by his side almost all the time, chatting with him, telling him stories. At first, William Bolton found her a bit annoying, but gradually he got used to it, and would even chat with her from time to time.

Through their conversations, William Bolton learned that the beautiful woman’s name was Grace Foster, and from his observations, she was definitely the daughter of a wealthy family.

As for the soup that Grace Foster would magically produce from time to time, William Bolton was highly suspicious. Generally speaking, a young lady from a wealthy family wouldn’t know how to cook, but Grace Foster insisted that she made it herself.

Whatever the truth, the soup was delicious.

The hospital, just as Grace Foster had instructed, used quite expensive medicine to treat William Bolton. After all, Grace Foster’s family was not short of money.

After half a month of such care, William Bolton was able to get out of bed and walk. This rate of recovery amazed the hospital’s doctors.

Only William Bolton knew that he was simply gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth late at night to repair his body.

But his body was still weak, and though he had the cultivation method, he couldn’t practice deeply—he could only gather energy.

The original owner of William Bolton’s body was a senior at a nearby university called Fuhua University, which had a strong faculty and ranked among the top fifty in the country. When they learned that William Bolton had been in a car accident, all his classmates and teachers came to visit, bringing lots of fruit and gifts.

The owner of this body hadn’t been so popular before, as he came from a poor background, was orphaned, and grew up in an orphanage, so he was somewhat self-conscious. But after the accident, everyone came to see him.

A few of the boys in the class had their eyes light up when they saw Grace Foster. Grace Foster, however, was poised and straightforward, openly admitting that she was the one who hit William Bolton, which was why he was hospitalized.

Before leaving, the counselor told William Bolton to focus on his recovery. According to school policy, ninety percent of his medical expenses could be reimbursed. As for his studies, there was no need to worry—he was a senior, and the coursework was basically finished. All that was left was the graduation project.

Chapter 003: Loneliness Like Snow

Although it was Grace Foster who hit him, she couldn’t possibly stay by William Bolton’s side all the time. Aside from the first few days when she kept watch, the rest of the time it was mostly the hospital nurses taking care of William Bolton.

Still, Grace Foster would come by every few days to check on him, never arriving empty-handed—she always brought soup she had made.

During the day, William Bolton would quietly lie in bed and recuperate. When bored, he would watch TV or read the newspaper. Although he had merged with the body’s previous memories, William Bolton felt he should learn more about the world as it was now.