Chapter 1: Awakening from the Nightmare of Disaster, the World Changes

Existence is rational

He Fang has always held this view. He can now clearly hear the sounds of the three people around him weeping with joy. This cannot be an illusion or a dream! The memories in his mind tell him this, and the voices that reach his ears convey the same message.

For some unknown reason, He Fang was now free from fear, instead feeling a calmness akin to still water. He looked at everything around him, yet it felt as if he were sitting in a cinema, watching a newly released disaster blockbuster, with little sense of reality regarding the impending outcome

He Fang felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, doubting whether he had injured his head in the accident. He struggled to open his eyes to see the situation around him, but his thin eyelids felt as heavy as lead, refusing to budge. Despite exerting all his strength, he could only manage to move his eyelids a little.

The chaotic thoughts continuously drained the little energy that He Fang had left, and soon, he fell into a deep sleep again

The extremely fierce roar, however, brought a wave of warmth to He Fang's heart; it was the voice of "his" mother. But he immediately became worried, as he could clearly sense a significant wavering in "mother's" words

He Fang is not the kind of person who can make a flight stop to wait for someone. If he misses the flight, although the company should reimburse the extra expenses after some discussion, having to spend an entire afternoon dealing with the old maid in the accounting office would not be something even the worldly-wise He Fang would be particularly interested in

A harsh voice of a male duck entered his ears, and for some reason, a surge of anger welled up in He Fang's heart. This kind of street talk was clearly just empty boasting. Having navigated through society for many years, He Fang was well aware of the scams that used the names of high-ranking officials or celebrity idols as a stepping stone. He never expected that such a tactic, which had persisted for over a thousand years, would be used against him.

Note 1: In the Song Dynasty, medical officials were often referred to as "Daifu" (Doctor), such as He An Daifu and Cheng He Daifu, and were known as skilled practitioners. Therefore, in the common folk, doctors were frequently addressed as "Daifu".

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No way... has the ancient ghost possessed me?

The aircraft has reached the designated altitude and is now en route to the target city. The cabin announcement reminds passengers that they may now unfasten their seatbelts. The cabin becomes noisy with chatter as the flight attendants push the service cart down the aisle. However, He Fang pulls down his eye mask, leans back in his seat, and closes his eyes to rest, unknowingly drifting into slumber.

Consciousness still floated in the darkness, but the discomfort emanating from various parts of the body gradually roused He Fang from his unconscious state. This sensation was not the pain of an injury, but rather a profound weakness that seeped from the marrow, akin to the reaction of excessive blood loss, leaving him feeling cold and powerless, much like when he lay in a hospital bed after a gastric hemorrhage.

In order to catch the scheduled flight, He Fang did not sleep well last night and now feels completely exhausted. Even fastening his seatbelt is done sluggishly, earning him a couple of sharp glares from the beautiful flight attendant who came over to check.

The fire spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the flames flowing over the silver wings outside the porthole had already consumed the last engine, engulfing the entire wing. A massive amount of fuel gushed from the breach of the engine, igniting explosively along the path of the fuselage, extending behind the aircraft like the brilliant fiery tail feathers of the legendary bird Zhuque. The giant jet airliner, with its wings trailing several long tails of flames, plummeted from the sky to the ground, resembling a fire meteor streaking across the dark firmament, strikingly visible in the night sky. A massive amount of fuel gushed from the breach of the engine, igniting explosively along the path of the fuselage, extending behind the aircraft like the brilliant fiery tail feathers of the legendary bird Zhuque. The giant jet airliner, with its wings trailing several long tails of flames, plummeted from the sky to the ground, resembling a fire meteor streaking across the dark firmament, strikingly visible in the night sky.

He Fang's heart suddenly jolted, and his consciousness became completely clear. An inexplicable segment of memory that did not belong to him emerged in his mind, representing the life of another person. From childhood to adulthood, the traces left by the years of life under the name Han Gang were fragmented yet complete. However, this memory did not belong to the twenty-first century, but rather to a millennium ago, during the Song Dynasty, a time shrouded in ambiguity due to the passage of time.

Sister Ali, do you think I am trying to covet your land? I wouldn't interfere no matter who you sell it to... However, speaking of which, which family in the village can afford to buy that piece of vegetable garden of yours? Only I can afford the price! If not, you might as well not sell it outright; just lease it to me first, and I will use the money to treat San Ge's illness. If I have money in the future, I can buy it back.

The emergency power supply to the cabin ceased to function at the very moment the last engine was engulfed. The series of emergency lights on the cabin ceiling flickered a few times before suddenly extinguishing completely, along with the small lights beside the seats. The cabin was finally plunged into darkness, with no light remaining except for the flames outside. The passengers, already shrouded in panic, were suddenly overcome with a wretched wailing.

Since He Fang graduated from university, he has traveled extensively for over ten years. Although he may not be able to speak the dialects from various regions across the country, he has become quite familiar with them. However, the three people beside him were speaking a dialect that was completely unfamiliar to him; the tones were peculiar, bearing some resemblance to Shaanxi dialect, yet also possessing a hint of Cantonese intonation

Li Laizi, aren't you just coveting the three acres of vegetable fields by the river bend? You keep trying to persuade my family to sell the land. I declare here that, based on the few coins you offered, I will sell to anyone but you

Alright, I finally made it! He Fang relaxed his hands and feet in his seat, lazily refusing to move any further

Li Laizi! The last time you mentioned that Doctor Zhuge, the prescription I obtained after much effort by trading six mu of land is completely useless! Are you trying to deceive me again? Be careful, or I will slap you hard!

He Fang sat tightly against the window, firmly restrained in the narrow seat by the seatbelt. The orange flames, stirred by the fierce wind, burned fiercely on the wing. The flickering light of the fire penetrated through the window into the cabin, casting alternating shadows on He Fang's face, while his ears were filled with screams and cries

Brother Han, I have heard that a renowned physician has come to Qinzhou City, whose surname is Li. He has gained a remarkable reputation in Jingzhao Prefecture, with numerous high-ranking officials and nobles vying to invite him for consultations. Last year, the concubine of Lord Han suffered from a chronic illness that flared up, and with just a few needles, Doctor Li was able to eradicate it completely. Lord Han expressed his immense gratitude, and he could enter the residence without prior announcement. This time, Doctor Li has come to Qinzhou to visit friends, and coincidentally, the young son of County Officer Chen has contracted a wind illness, which has developed into pulmonary tuberculosis, similar to your third brother's condition. However, Doctor Li was able to cure him with his medicine, and in no time, the boy was able to run and jump. Although Doctor Li's consultation fee is somewhat high, no one would argue that it is not worth it when it comes to saving a life.

Is this ancient pronunciation? He Fang recalled the memories that emerged in his mind from a thousand years ago, "Could it be that I am not possessed by a ghost, but rather I have possessed someone else, and that someone is a person from the Song Dynasty!"

A sudden violent jolt shook the aircraft intensely. He Fang woke up from his sleep, intending to ask someone what was happening, when the cabin announcement sounded. However, there was no need for the announcement; just by looking at the firelight coming in through the window, he understood what had occurred

He Fei's face was pale, tightly gripping the handrail. It is said that the probability of an airplane accident is less than one in a million. He has never won more than twenty yuan in the lottery; could it be that this time he is destined to hit the jackpot?

The blazing flames outside the porthole illuminated the midnight sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters. "If one were to gaze up from the ground, it would surely be a breathtaking sight," He Fang thought to himself.

A girl's voice of surprise rang out as He Fang's eyelids twitched slightly. The girl's voice was soft and tender, with a sweet, melodious tone, but to He Fang's ears, it transformed into a resounding gong, causing his head to spin. Then a cacophony of sounds erupted, and beside him, the voices of a man and a woman, slightly aged, joined in. They were overly excited by He Fang's minor movements, their words filled with delight, yet He Fang's heart gradually sank.

A brilliant firework exploded in the sky, and at that moment, time for He Fang in this world came to a standstill

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Could it really be time travel

Upon this thought, He Fang's heart became even more chaotic, tightening in waves. Although he enjoyed browsing through time-travel novels on his phone, He Fang could not bring himself to believe that there truly existed events spanning a thousand years. Yet, the current situation left him no choice but to believe.

Jumping out of the taxi, He Fang rushed straight to the ticket check, finally making it to the flight back to Shanghai at the last moment, drenched in sweat. It was only when he stepped into the cabin under the disapproving gaze of the beautiful flight attendant from China Eastern Airlines that he finally relaxed.

Awake, awake! Father! Mother! Third brother is awake!

He Fang is absolutely unwilling to mingle at the bottom of society, but he does not possess the ability to memorize hundreds of poems like some protagonists in books! Although he knows very little about history, He Fang at least understands that not being able to recite poetry makes it difficult to navigate one's way through the ancient world.

The feeling of weakness throughout his body was quite uncomfortable, yet He Fang still felt very happy. As long as there were sensations, regardless of what they were, it at least indicated that he was still alive. Surviving a plane crash was, after all, a matter worth celebrating. However, He Fang soon became anxious again, as he discovered that there were many memories in his mind that did not belong to him.

And how should he face the family he has now? And what about the parents who are separated in another world, how are they now?

Who is Han Gang

Once again awakening, He Fang was startled by the sounds coming from the adjacent room

Recalling some of the novels read in the past to pass the time, He Fang's heart became increasingly chaotic. Could it really be that he had crossed a millennium to arrive in the past world? If such a thing truly happened, how would one continue to live?

Whether it is a dream or an illusion, it should not exceed the scope of one’s own knowledge. However, the inexplicably familiar language that enters the ears, which is unlike any dialect, along with the memories lingering in the mind that do not belong to oneself, completely negates the possibility that this is a nightmarish illusion

I am truly wronged! All I can hear is the voice of the public duck, known as Li Laizi, calling out loudly, "Ah Li, think about it, is there really a miraculous doctor in this world who can cure all ailments? Just like the current Dr. Li, he cannot confidently say that one dose of medicine will make your third brother jump up and stand on his own. But ultimately, it is a way out; we cannot just watch your third brother suffer from his illness like this, can we? Land can be sold and bought again, but once a person is gone, they cannot be brought back!" But ultimately, it is a way out; we cannot just watch your third brother suffer from his illness like this, can we? Land can be sold and bought again, but once a person is gone, they cannot be brought back!