Chapter 2: The Second Generation as Human

The discomfort between the chest and abdomen was intense. As he moved his hands downward, it was not surprising to find that his chest and abdomen were also wrapped in bandages. He pulled back the thin blanket covering him, propped himself up with both hands on the bed, and slowly shifted to lean against the headboard. Bit by bit, he began to unravel the tightly wound bandages, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted into his nostrils. He reached out to gently wipe away the medicinal paste on the wound, revealing a shocking injury before his eyes. Looking at the wound, he struggled to swallow, realizing that he had sustained gunshot wounds, and not just one. However, what lay before him was a clearly visible knife wound. He had been shot multiple times, yet at this moment, all he could see was a single wound.

Qiu Debao nodded slightly, picked up the medicine box, and was about to leave. However, as he stepped out of the room, two people entered from outside. "Hello, Mr. Qiu!" The first was the young girl named Jing'er, who had appeared at Gao Yuan's bedside the previous night, followed by her younger brother, who was in his teens, bouncing along cheerfully. In contrast to Jing'er's furrowed brow, he was a youth who had yet to experience the bitterness of sorrow.

So, is there a possibility of recovery

The sound of snoring came from the front of the bed. Turning his head, he clearly saw a young man lying on a straw mat on the ground in the moonlight. The young man was not very old, certainly not over twenty. What left Gao Yuan in shock and fear was the clothing of that young man, as well as the attire of the few people he had seen when he woke up during the day. It felt as if he were in a scene from a historical drama, and he had become a prop in the performance of these people. What left Gao Yuan in shock and fear was the clothing of that young man, as well as the attire of the few people he had seen when he woke up during the day. It felt as if he were in a scene from a historical drama, and he had become a prop in the performance of these people

In the ninth year of the Great Yan Zhao Ping, Gao Yuan let out a groan in his heart. What the hell is this time? Even if he had hit the jackpot and returned to a certain era for some unknown reason, it seems that there has never been a year called Great Yan Zhao Ping or any book number in history! He rolled his eyes and simply passed out again.

Indeed, young master, your parents have long since passed away, and for all these years, it has been Lord Lu who has been taking care of you

Of course I remember! How could I possibly forget when Zhang Yixiao arrived?

Seeing that Gao Yuan looked well, Lu Hong nodded in satisfaction and turned to Qiu Debao, saying, "Doctor Qiu, your miraculous skills truly stand out. I will host a banquet to express my gratitude to you later."

Gao Yuan stared blankly at the unfamiliar face, allowing him to carefully wrap the bandage around him. After a while, he finally asked a question.

What is happening to me? Am I dreaming? I raised my hand and pinched my thigh hard; the piercing pain is real. It seems that all of this is not a dream, but something that is truly happening to me.

Gao Yuan shook his head, raised his hand to touch his head, and murmured: "I can't remember, I can't remember anything."

Who is Lord Lu? Where am I? Who am I?" Gao Yuan stared at Zhang Yi and asked

Zhang Xiaoge! After Lu Hong left, Qiu Debao finally straightened up and said, "I have already prepared a few more prescriptions for Young Master Gao. These two are for internal use; each prescription should be boiled three times, and taken three times a day. These two are for external application; after taking the medicine back, crush it and mix it with warm water to form a paste."

Gao Yuan blinked his eyes, nearly fainting; he was almost thirty, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to eighteen again

"Young Master, I am Zhang Yi, a personal attendant of Lord Lu," Zhang Yi said, feeling somewhat confused, as he could tell from the gaze of Gao Yuan that the Young Master truly seemed not to recognize him.

The night was as deep as water, and the sounds of insects chirping and ants calling outside the window were clearly audible. Occasionally, the calls of the night cicadas sounded particularly crisp. The moonlight was pure and gentle, its faint glow filtering through the window frame, softly caressing the face of Gao Yuan. Gao Yuan had been awake for a long time but was reluctant to open his eyes, as his mind was still occupied with everything that had happened during the day

Gao Yuan shook his head, knowing that this was not the reason

"It doesn't matter if you forget or not!" Lord Lu suddenly smiled, walked to the bedside, and looked at Gao Yuan. "Gao Yuan, it is not important to forget the past. Hmm, Zhang will tell you in a while. For now, just remember that my name is Lu Hong, and I am your father's sworn brother. Your parents passed away early, and I am the closest person to you now."

Young Master! Zhang Yi realized the situation was serious; it seemed that the Young Master had amnesia. "Your name is Gao Yuan, and this is Fufeng City. Lord Lu is the county magistrate of Fufeng County and also your uncle. Lord Lu and your family have a close relationship!"

Who are you

I am no longer myself! Gao Yuan has finally reached a conclusion. His hands are tightly clenched, with his nails deeply embedded in his flesh, and his hands are slightly trembling. If it were not for the strong will forged through years of life-and-death battles, he would have long since lost his sanity

"I dare not, I dare not, the little old man does not dare to take credit!" Qiu Debao bent down and said, but inside he let out a long sigh of relief. Last night, Lord Lu was still threatening him, saying he would expel him from Fufeng City, and in just one day, the situation had changed dramatically. Fortunately, this Gao Yuan has a strong constitution; he does not know how it happened, but despite such severe injuries, he somehow managed to pull through. Looking at his complexion, it is absolutely certain that his life is safe.

Zhang Yi took the prescription and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiu."

Very good! Lu Hong patted Gao Yuan's shoulder with satisfaction, "Take good care of your health. You are eighteen now and can no longer wander around like before. Once you recover, I will arrange something for you to do; you should start doing some work. Your father was a hero all his life, so do not bring shame to his name."

Yes, uncle

At this moment, Zhang Yi confirmed that the young master before him truly remembered nothing. He thought to himself that this was no small matter; first thing tomorrow morning, he would have to inform Lord Lu.

"Young Master, this year is the ninth year of the Great Yan Zhao Ping!" Zhang Yixin remarked that the Young Master had indeed been confused this time after being injured. If Lord Lu were to find out, he would surely be heartbroken.

He stood up, paced back and forth in the room a few times, and glanced at Gao Yuan several times. "Doctor, looking at Gao Yuan like this, it seems he has merely forgotten some past events, and his intellect does not appear to have suffered any damage."

The young man sleeping on the ground was extremely alert; as soon as the sound arose, he sprang up like a carp leaping from the water. Seeing Gao Yuan half-sitting on the bed with a somewhat dazed expression, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Heavens, my heavens, young master, what are you doing? Why have you undone the bandages?" He quickly rushed to the front of the bed and reached out to pick up the bandages scattered on the bed.

"A family does not speak in two voices." Lu Hong waved his hand and said, "There are still matters to attend to at the yamen. Since you are not seriously injured, I will take my leave. If there is anything, you can ask Zhang Yi; he has been with me all along and is well aware of your situation and your family's matters."

This, this, recovery is also possible, but it requires a long time. Perhaps, perhaps...

Even though Gao Yuan's lofty aspirations had been tempered like steel through years of life-and-death battles, in that moment, he was still taken aback, his hands weakly dropping down, and with a thud, they struck the edge of the bed, producing a muffled sound

Thank you for your care, Uncle!

Yes, Uncle Lu, I remember, you are the closest person to me

"Young Master, you have even forgotten Lord Lu." Zhang Yi stopped his work and looked at Gao Yuan in disbelief

"No need to thank me, but I hope Young Master Gao recovers soon, otherwise Lord Lu will surely not spare the old man!" Qiu Debao shook his head repeatedly, "Brother Zhang, the external medicine should be changed once a day, do you remember that?"

Indeed, your name is Gao Yuan, you are from Fufeng, and this year you have just turned eighteen years old. You have grown up in Fufeng City since childhood

Where am I? Gao Yuan felt a splitting headache, and as he reached up to touch his head, he found it wrapped in thick bandages. As he pressed a few times around the bandage, he immediately understood the nature of his injury. Beneath his fingers was an irregularly shaped open wound, as if he had been struck by a brick.

Yes, indeed, sir. Young Master Gao's condition suggests that he has suffered a severe head injury, resulting in damage to his brain. This has caused him to forget certain things; however, it is common for individuals to forget only a portion of their memories. It is quite rare for someone like Young Master Gao to have forgotten everything completely.

Hearing Dr. Qiu's hesitant words, Lord Lu felt his heart gradually sink. Qiu Debao is the best doctor in Fufeng City, and he is also a renowned figure throughout the entire Liaoxi Prefecture. Even he does not dare to be certain, fearing that Gao Yuan's illness has become complicated

Gao Yuan nodded slightly. This time, upon waking from his coma, he seemed to have come to terms with many things and accepted his fate. The man before him, who claimed to be his uncle, Lord Lu Honglu, was the county lieutenant of Fufeng County, a significant official within the county, either the second or third in command. It appeared that in this second life, he had indeed secured a good backing.

When Gao Yuan once again awoke from his coma, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight outside was dazzling. However, Gao Yuan's heart was filled with gloom. The gentleman Lu, who had appeared last night, was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a concerned expression, while Doctor Qiu stood beside him with his head bowed.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Seeing Gao Yuan faint again, Zhang Yi was immediately flustered.

"Enough, do not lecture me on this, I only want to know the reason, and can it be restored?" Lord Lu unceremoniously interrupted the doctor's attempt to cite references.

"Who are you?" Gao Yuan repeated.

Indeed, my lord, this is precisely the aspect that the young one finds perplexing

Looking at the bandage wrapped around Gao Yuan's head, Zhang Yi said nervously: "Young Master, I fear that you may have injured your head, which is why you have forgotten. Please take a good rest, perhaps in a couple of days you will feel better"

I am Gao Yuan

"Zhang Yi, what year is it this year?" He asked a crucial question

This is absolutely not the era in which one should find oneself. Even if one were rescued, one should be in a hospital ward, with white walls, soft lighting, and beautiful uniformed nurses, rather than in the current situation.

"Gaoyuan, are you awake? Early this morning, Zhang Yi came to find me. Hmm, Doctor Qiu, could you explain what is going on? How could Gaoyuan have forgotten everything?" The middle-aged man turned to look at Doctor Qiu and asked.

Although cases like Gao Yuan are rare, they are not nonexistent, as documented in medical literature

Is there only me at home? he continued to ask

Are you called Zhang Yi

"Lord Lu, who is Lord Lu?" Gao Yuan asked in confusion, wondering what had happened and why everything was in disarray

Yes, young master

The young man was taken aback, looking up at Gao Yuan, "Young Master, what is wrong? How could you not even recognize a humble person like me?"