Chapter 2 has been completed

Suddenly, two crisp gunshots shattered the surrounding tranquility. Zhu Jishi abruptly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gunfire, only to see a few foreigners standing just a few dozen meters away from him. There were three men and one woman; two of the men were dressed in bright red military uniforms, resembling the British Royal Guards in front of Buckingham Palace. Moreover, each of them held a pistol, which was an old-fashioned firearm with a classic design. They were positioned merely a few meters apart, with their gun barrels pointed at each other, and faint wisps of smoke were rising.

It is now a little past 1 PM, the old man replied casually

When Zhu Jishi opened his eyes once more, he found himself lying on a soft patch of grass, his body bathed in warm sunlight, and the scent of fresh grass wafting through the air

Zhu Jishi pressed his forehead, groaning in pain. Although his mind was in chaos, everything around him reminded him that this was no longer the era he originally belonged to, and he was very likely never to return to his previous life trajectory

September 15, the old man frowned and emphasized again: "September 15, 1842!"

Give me another kiss, Isabel, my dear, kiss me once more

"Surgery? Oh my God! Are you going to cut open his abdomen? Is this how you Tatar people treat injuries?"

This is Oxfordshire

With a thud, the fat man who had been shot fell backward, seemingly on the verge of death. The old man with a suitcase beside the foreign woman hurriedly ran to the fat man's side and crouched down. The assailant in the red outfit—a handsome young man with brown hair, tall stature, blue eyes, and a few freckles on his prominent nose—was named Will. It seemed to be his first time committing such an act; upon seeing the fat man fall, he appeared somewhat flustered and merely stood dazedly beside him.

Zhu Jishi suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. Isn't it the cold winter of January? Europe is covered in ice and snow; how could there be warm sunlight and lush green grass? ... This temperature must be at least over ten degrees Celsius

Is someone taking wedding photos? But where is the photographer? Just as I was wondering, a scream like that of a slaughtered pig erupted, spoken in English, with a proper Oxford accent.

Upon hearing the surname "Churchill," Zhu Jishi's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself that this fat man couldn't possibly be a descendant of that British Prime Minister from World War II... could it not be the man himself? As he approached, he noticed that this fat man bore a slight resemblance to Prime Minister Churchill, though he was even fatter, lying on the ground like a mountain of flesh. If that Isabel were a beautiful white swan, then this one was a living, breathing fat bullfrog wanting to eat swan meat. He approached and found that this fat man indeed resembled Prime Minister Churchill, but was even fatter, lying on the ground like a mountain of flesh. If that Isabel were a beautiful white swan, then this one was a living, breathing fat bullfrog wanting to eat swan meat.

What on earth is going on? Is this what Ye Yiren always talks about when she mentions time travel? This is truly unbelievable!

Among the four foreigners, the one who most caught Zhu Jishi's attention was the foreign woman! It was not merely due to the physiological reaction of attraction between the sexes, although this woman was indeed strikingly beautiful. With her fair skin, exquisitely sculpted features, cascading golden waves of long hair, and a pair of sky-blue eyes—these characteristics combined resulted in a truly pleasing beauty. If he were to encounter such a woman on the Mannheim campus, and if Ye Yiren happened to be absent, Zhu Jishi would undoubtedly be unable to resist striking up a conversation, and if they hit it off, he might even ask for her phone number.

Zhu Jishi suddenly sat up, realizing that Ye Yiren's backpack was still between his legs. In the palm of his right hand, he was gripping a hard stone, which was the jade pendant engraved with a dragon pattern. Before him lay a beautiful lawn, and a little further away, there was a small grove and several buildings, the architectural style of which appeared to be European.

"Tatar?" Zhu Jishi shot a glare at the old man, pointing at the fat man lying on the ground, who was breathing more out than in, and said: "Just perform surgery to remove the bullet; it definitely hasn't hit any vital organs, otherwise there would be more blood than this."

However, at this moment, having just arrived here in Zhujishi from a high-speed passenger aircraft, he had absolutely no thoughts of pursuing women. What truly caught his attention was the attire of a foreign woman: a pale yellow, low-cut, waist-cinched long dress that revealed her long neck and a hint of her ample bosom. The hem of the dress was propped up by something, making it appear as if it were a wedding gown typically worn on the day of marriage.

It seems that this old thief has arranged things quite thoughtfully for himself; the only regret is that he did not allow Miss Ye to travel through time together with him

That little old man swiftly took a pair of scissors out of the box, skillfully cutting open the fat man's red military uniform and the shirt underneath. He glanced at the wound on the big belly, which was oozing bits of flesh and blood, and then began to shout loudly.

The year "1842" was whispered and repeated several times in Zhu Jishi's mind, and the words "Qing Dynasty" emerged. Although he was not a history enthusiast, he understood that present-day China was likely in the dark days of the Daoguang era under the Qing Dynasty, a time when the Opium War had just ended, which had opened China's closed doors and led to its descent into a semi-feudal and semi-colonial state. In just over eight years, a man from Huaxian, Guangdong, who could not even pass the scholar's examination, named Hong Xiuquan, would ignite a revolution—the Taiping Rebellion—that nearly overthrew the Qing Dynasty! This meant that a tumultuous and transformative era was about to arrive!

Zhu Jishi thought to himself that this was definitely not China

Although the fat man is now breathing more out than in, it seems that his lustful heart has not yet completely died; he is still persistently seeking kisses. However, his beloved only sheds tears, showing no intention of offering her lips.

Moreover, even if one does not resort to beheading, what can one do in the Qing Dynasty? Become a bandit? Although I am not small in stature and have some strength, I have never trained for it and do not know the rules of the underworld; it is likely that I cannot succeed as a bandit. Engage in business? Ha ha, I am empty-handed and may not even be able to gather enough capital to set up a stall selling meat! Stick to my old profession, practicing medicine to help the world? My grandfather was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and the name "Zhu Jishi" was given by him. I learned some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine when I was young. However, I have absolutely no entry into the field; I do not even know how to take a pulse, so how can I practice as a traditional Chinese doctor? As for Western medicine, I could only mix in the markets of Europe and America in 1842; now that I am directly in Europe, it has saved me quite a bit of effort.

He stood up hesitantly, stretched his limbs, and was relieved to find that he was uninjured. He then picked up his backpack and began to look around.

Oh, God! I've been shot! I'm going to die... Isabel, I'm going to die, give me one last kiss!

A black vortex appeared before Zhu Jishi, resembling a rapidly expanding black hole, swirling and swallowing him whole. Zhu Jishi struggled with all his might, but could not break free; his consciousness quickly became hazy, and he gradually lost awareness.

What is the use of going to the hospital? I am the best gunshot wound doctor in all of England! Mr. Churchill has been shot in the abdomen, and there is no one in this world who can save him. The old man turned to look at Zhu Jishi, frowned, and said: Are you a Tatar? Where do you come from?

"Hello, hello, hello, shouldn't you take this fat man to the hospital for emergency treatment?" Seeing the somewhat chaotic scene before him, Zhu Jishi momentarily forgot his own situation and couldn't help but remind them.

What date is it?

There was also a man, an elderly fellow with a somewhat lecherous appearance, dressed in a similarly peculiar suit. He had a suitcase slung over his shoulder and was standing there with his mouth agape, looking utterly dumbfounded, though it was unclear whether it was due to the sudden appearance of Zhu Jishi or the recent "shooting incident".

But where is this ... ... place

What, in 1842, is there really such a thing as time travel

After confirming that the fat man was truly on the verge of death, Isabel, referred to as the "Countess" by the old man, pulled out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and dabbed it on her face a couple of times. Two teardrops swayed in her large eyes, and she knelt beside the mound of flesh, which was the fat man, and began to weep and wail.

One of the two men in red who was howling was a short and stout fellow, weighing at least 180 pounds, if not 200. Standing there, he resembled a wall of flesh. I could see him clutching his large belly with one hand, blood trickling down between his fingers, though not in excessive amounts. From the perspective of Zhu Jishi, a doctor, it should not be fatal.

However, this seems to have little to do with me; I graduated from medical school, not from a seminary. Even if I graduated from a seminary and followed Master Hong, it wouldn't seem to lead to much of a future

Oh, it is Britain. I traveled through Europe myself. Although I wasn't exactly in the same place, I also didn't stray too far. However, this result isn't too bad. If I were to appear on the land of the Qing Dynasty with this appearance, I would probably be captured and executed by the officials and soldiers before I could accomplish anything significant, simply because I don't have a pig's tail at the back of my head!

Lady Countess, Mr. Churchill is in critical condition; he has been shot in the abdomen! What are we to do? Mr. Churchill is going to die...

"Why do they call me a Tatar... wait, it seems Zhu Jishi has remembered something, 'May I ask, what time is it now?'"

He lifted his head and was immediately struck by a wave of dizziness, his mind a chaotic blur. Wasn't he sitting on a flight to Shanghai with his girlfriend? Why was he lying on the grass? Could it be that the plane had crashed?

Isabelle is the name of that foreign girl. Upon hearing the fat man's scream, she shifted her gaze from the unexpected guest, Zhu Jishi, to the fat man's large belly. Then, in an exaggerated tone, she exclaimed: "Oh my God, Robert has been shot! He has been shot! Will, you have killed him..."