After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times
Chapter 1498: Modern Side Story (Part 3)
It was as if a layer of gauze veiled his eyes; he saw "him" standing quietly to one side, secretly watching someone. It was very blurry, and his heart felt sour and aching, yet sometimes there was a kind of unnameable joy and sweetness.
This kind of complicated feeling was something Fu Changrong had never experienced in his brief life.
Though he couldn’t see the person clearly, he knew that "him" was the original owner, and that even more indistinct figure was called Zhao Hanzhang, that is, the original owner of Zhao Hezhen’s body.
The flashes of memory were very short, so short that he hadn’t managed to remember the few scenes that passed, but the dull ache and the tenderness in his chest remained.
And he had also learned one thing.
After Zhao Hanzhang was blinded in an accident in her youth, because modern medicine was still insufficient to treat her eyes, Fu Tinghan had always wanted to push forward related medical advances.
Over these years, half of the labs he cooperated with were biological laboratories.
For experiments with biomaterials and the like, his calculations alone could eliminate at least sixty percent of the erroneous options.
Whatever the experiment, you had to find the correct option only after repeated trial and error.
Sometimes, to synthesize a desired material, you needed to experiment thousands, tens of thousands of times, spending funds beyond counting.
And Fu Tinghan’s role was to compress the scope of experiments at the very beginning according to the material they wanted, reducing the cost of trial and error.
This was only one aspect; there were many biological research labs that wanted to work with him, and biological labs are the upstream of medicine.
Through them, he became acquainted with a group of the world’s most cutting?edge famous doctors, and Mo De was one of the doctors most likely to be able to perform surgery on Zhao Hanzhang.
The cause of Zhao Hanzhang’s blindness lay not in her eyeballs, but in her brain.
Fu Changrong woke from that wondrous dream, the pain in his body slowly ebbing away, and Shen Yan, deeply worried, checked him thoroughly from inside out.
They drew blood, did a CT scan; he even wanted to drag him to do an MRI, but Fu Changrong refused.
He knew why his heart hurt—because of Zhao Hanzhang, right?
The original owner adored Zhao Hanzhang; suddenly hearing that she might regain sight, the body’s memories revived, and only then did he feel this anguish.
Fu Changrong did not reject this kind of pain.
He felt somewhat guilty and apologetic, unsure whether the original owner was still there; if he was, how could he return the body to him?
Although this world was marvelous and he had boundless curiosity, eager to delve into research, he knew this body wasn’t his. He was merely an intruding ghost, a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest.
Sadly, even though he often called out in his heart, he never managed to reach him. Instead, whenever he silently recited Zhao Hanzhang’s name, some memories would always flash through the depths of his mind.
Though not as clear and detailed as what Zhao Hezhen saw, they still allowed him to slowly blend into this world.
He called and called for a long time, yet it still had no effect whatsoever.
Fu Changrong couldn’t help asking Zhao Hezhen, "Have you ever called out to her?"
The question came out of nowhere, but Zhao Hezhen still understood at once. Lowering her voice, she replied, "Of course I’ve called. When I first woke up, I called every day, every moment."
Although this world was miraculous and very stable, still... she couldn’t let go of her younger brother, nor of her mother, nor of her grandfather.
She felt that this world could count as nothing more than a strange, grand dream, and she still wanted to return to her own world.
So after the initial wonder, she called the original owner’s name in her heart every day. Unfortunately, there was not the slightest response.
In a low, dejected voice Zhao Hezhen said, "Maybe it’s because there’s no one left in this world that she’s attached to, so no matter how I call, she doesn’t respond; or maybe it’s because she truly is dead."
When Fu Changrong heard this, he too felt desolate.
Zhao Hezhen asked, "Do you think we died in the Great Jin?"
After a brief hesitation, Fu Changrong said, "Not necessarily. Have you ever thought that, since we entered their bodies, they very likely entered ours as well?"
When Zhao Hezhen heard that, her eyes lit up. "Really?"
Fu Changrong said, "I’ve heard elevator crashes are major accidents. You and I were indeed badly injured when we woke up, and at that time we also suffered head injuries at the gate of Luoyang City. Maybe it was precisely because of that that we accidentally swapped souls."
Zhao Hezhen was raring to go. "Then if we injure our heads one more time, could we switch back?"
Although this world was very good, it had no mother, no younger brother, no grandfather; everyone she loved was absent from here.
Afraid she would do something reckless, Fu Changrong hurriedly said, "The brain is complicated—you absolutely can’t injure it casually. If we try to be clever and end up botching it, that would be bad."
Zhao Hezhen furrowed her brows tightly and said nothing.
In a low voice, Fu Changrong said, "Let’s wait a bit longer. I don’t think just injuring the head is enough to swap souls. Otherwise, in the two worlds, how many people hit their heads every day, how many are on the brink of death? Are you saying they all can swap souls?"
This reasoning convinced Zhao Hezhen. "My eyes are bad. You have to get better quickly, then study this thoroughly and find the cause. Maybe we can go back."
After a pause, Zhao Hezhen asked, "You want to go back, don’t you?"
Fu Changrong let out a sigh. "Although that world is shabby and broken, a son does not despise his mother’s ugliness. Of course I want to go back."
His ties with his parents were thin; though his grandfather cherished him, they hadn’t spent much time together. And he knew that compared to him, his grandfather, like his mother, loved the Great Jin more.
So Fu Changrong was not a man overflowing with emotion.
Compared to Zhao Hezhen, who was anxious to return out of worry for her mother and younger brother, Fu Changrong seemed much calmer.
And his desire to go back was not due to concern for his family.
In his view, whether it was his grandfather, father, or mother, with or without him, they could all live the lives they wanted and would not be affected by him.
He wanted to go back simply because that world was too broken; he wanted, like his father and grandfather, to mend and patch it.
However, unlike his father and grandfather, he did not want the Great Jin to continue. He felt the realm should have a new Son of Heaven. It could be anyone, as long as they were not from the Sima family.
Even if that was his maternal grandfather’s clan.
Only much, much later did Fu Changrong see the record of the Great Jin in the history books and realize that in this world’s history there had indeed been a Great Jin, and also his grandfather, father, and mother.
The Great Jin perished in the end, but not at that time; it continued for another hundred years.
He died in the First Year of Yongjia; after that, Jin continued for one hundred and thirteen years, and was chaotic for one hundred and thirteen years. A catastrophe—this was practically a return to the warring chaos of the Warring States period, even worse than back then.
Fortunately, a Yang Jian appeared and unified the realm; otherwise his maternal grandfather’s whole clan would have become sinners for all eternity.
Oh, right now they’re sinners for all eternity anyway.
Of course, at this moment Fu Changrong still knew nothing. He was simply telling Zhao Hezhen the things in his own memory, and said quietly, "He has already hired a famous doctor for Miss Zhao. Right now that doctor already has the ability to perform surgery for her—oh, that is, for you—to restore your sight. Do you want to do it?"

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