Yun Xi lay alone, staring blankly at the thin strands of sunlight filtering through the gaps in the roof. Suddenly, as if remembering something important, she quickly tugged up her sleeve. On her left arm was a palm-sized hard patch embedded in her skin, with a dark red circular mark at the center.
She lightly pressed the red mark—and the hard patch popped open like a spring, revealing a square compartment. Anyone from the modern world would immediately recognize it as a miniature microscope, but this wasn’t an ordinary one. It was a highly precise model designed specifically for soil analysis. It could measure soil moisture, pH levels, organic components, and various nutrient values with far greater accuracy than standard equipment.
Beside the microscope was a compact water-quality analyzer capable of identifying multiple components in any water sample. The rest of the compartment stored various small tools, materials, and a tiny space for research data and raw samples.
This device—called a Micro Laboratory—had been custom-built for her by the research institute. It was said to be imported, implanted beneath the skin for convenience, and still in the testing phase. It hadn’t yet been released nationwide. Who would’ve thought that right after implantation she would end up in another world? She had no idea whether she would ever return.
The device also had a satellite tracking function. If the research team realized she had disappeared, they might be able to locate her through it. Thankfully, it didn’t need electricity—it ran on solar power. As long as there was light, it worked. Otherwise, in a place like this, it truly would’ve been useless.
But something confused her. She had transmigrated in spirit, not body. How did this device come with her? Even after thinking hard, she couldn’t find an answer. Forget it—since she was here, she might as well accept her situation.
At that moment, a flurry of footsteps rushed toward the hut, interrupting her thoughts.
“Doctor Li, please check on Xier. She fell ill a few days ago, and now that she’s woken up, she doesn’t recognize anyone.”
The old woman returned, sounding anxious.
A white-haired elderly doctor shuffled forward with a medicine box on his back. He examined Yun Xi’s eyes, then sat on a stool to check her pulse. Yun Xi stared at him, secretly wondering—Does that long beard get in the way while eating? Or talking?
“No major issue,” he said slowly. “Her illness has passed, but her body is weak. With some rest, she’ll recover. As for not recognizing people, it’s likely due to the fever—burned her brain a bit, caused some memory loss. Should be amnesia.”
“Doctor Li, will Xier remember things later?” the old woman asked quickly.
“That’s hard to say. Maybe in a few days, maybe never.”
It was the kind of answer that answered nothing.
Yun Xi silently rolled her eyes. Burned her brain? What nonsense. Couldn’t he see her entire soul had changed? Still, in this unfamiliar “Fengli Kingdom,” she knew nothing of the local situation. It was better to keep quiet and avoid being treated like a monster.
The old woman respectfully sent the doctor off, then hurried back with the now-cool rice soup.
“My poor Xier… losing your memory like this. But it’s all right—the doctor said you’ll recover. Come, drink the rice soup before your father returns.”
Yun Xi wasn’t hungry, and the thin, nutritionless rice water didn’t appeal to her at all. But the woman insisted, refusing to lower the bowl. With no choice, Yun Xi swallowed it down. It was already completely cold—and tasted awful.
After finishing, Yun Xi forced herself to speak.
“Um… M-Mother… where is this place? And… what is my name?”
Even saying “Mother” made her uncomfortable—it was too unfamiliar.
The old woman’s eyes reddened immediately. She set the bowl aside, tidied up a little, then sat beside the bed and began explaining everything.
Yun Xi braced herself. She would need to listen carefully—her life in this strange world depended on it.