“Ugh… it hurts…”
Yang Yunxi slowly opened her eyes and reached behind her head. There was a big bump there—so painful.
Wait… something’s wrong. Wasn’t she blown up?
She remembered dying in a fire along with a drug dealer. Could it be that she was just lucky and somehow survived?
Looking down, she realized she was wearing ancient-style clothes.
Then, a flood of memories that were not hers flashed through her mind like a movie.
It turned out she hadn’t actually died. After her death, she had transmigrated to the past, coincidentally occupying the body of a woman with the same name.
The original Yang Yunxi had a happy family. Her father ran a wholesale business, and the family of three lived comfortably off it.
But a flood destroyed the town and their home.
With no choice, they joined the other villagers fleeing south, hoping for a drier place.
Even though they had money, they couldn’t use it freely. No fancy meals—every day they ate wild vegetables and simple bread with everyone else. They were always hungry, slept poorly, and were often bullied by other refugees.
During a riot, the crowd separated Yang Yunxi from her parents.
Alone, she followed other refugees.
One night, while going out to relieve herself, she stumbled upon starving refugees cooking human meat. Panic-stricken, she accidentally fell off a cliff.
Thus, the original Yang Yunxi died, and at the same time, the modern Yang Yunxi, who had just died in an explosion, transmigrated into her body.
Touching the back of her head, everything around her was pitch-black, with wild animals howling from time to time.
It made her skin crawl.
As she was about to get up, she suddenly heard a deep, muffled groan below.
“Is someone there? Who’s there?” Yang Yunxi asked, but no one replied. When she reached out, she realized she had fallen right on top of a man—no wonder it felt so warm under her…
She hurriedly tried to get up, fumbling around.
“Ouch…”
“Girl, are you trying to kill me?” The man’s voice sounded like a demon from hell—deep and terrifying.
It was pitch-black, and Yang Yunxi had no idea what trouble she’d gotten into. She stammered, “I-I’m sorry.”
When she tried to move again, she accidentally fell back onto the man.
This time, he didn’t make a sound.
“I didn’t mean it… I just can’t see,” she said, then fainted.
In her dream, she seemed to return to the modern world, inside her parents’ supermarket.
But the store was empty, and her parents were nowhere to be seen.
Seeing bread and water on the shelves, she reached for them—but before she could drink, she woke up again.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a man with a face full of beard.
The thick beard hid most of his features, but his facial structure was striking.
After last night, Yang Yunxi noticed he was injured, so she carefully got off him.
Then her eyes caught the bread and bottled water on the ground.
Wait, hadn’t she been dreaming last night?
How did the bread and water get here?
Could it be that her supermarket had transmigrated with her?
Well, it didn’t matter—she needed to eat first.
She picked up a bottle of water, twisted open the cap, and gulped it down.
The sweet water eased her dry throat and warmed her stomach instantly.
She looked at the man lying on the ground, his lips dry and cracked. She didn’t know how long he had been there.
She picked up another bottle, poured a little into the cap, and fed it to him bit by bit.
The man was probably very thirsty. He drank a whole bottle and ate a piece of bread before falling asleep.
After filling her stomach, Yang Yunxi examined the surroundings.
It turned out they hadn’t fallen to the bottom of the cliff—they landed on a platform near a cave halfway up the mountain.
A large tree had broken her fall, saving her life.
Looking around, she saw a pool of water in front of the cave. The water was clear, fed by a mountain stream.
The cave itself was pitch-black, and she didn’t dare go in, fearing snakes or bats.
Yang Yunxi turned to look at the man still lying on the ground. His clothes were stained with blood, and there was a tear on his shoulder—probably where he was injured.
She squatted down to examine his clothing. The fine fabric showed he was from a wealthy family. A jade pendant hung at his waist, engraved with “Nangong” on the front and the character “An” on the back.
Yang Yunxi tried to check his wound, reaching toward his waistband to loosen his clothes.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed hers, the force almost breaking her bones.
Yang Yunxi saw the man’s tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows and knew he was still unconscious; his movements were only reflexive.
She endured the sharp pain in her hand and spoke softly, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just want to check your wound.”
After a long while, the man finally released her hand.
Yang Yunxi looked at her hand, which still throbbed painfully, and couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him.
She quickly loosened his clothes, exposing the gruesome wound on his shoulder.
It looked like an arrow wound. The arrow had already been removed and the wound treated—the scab had already formed.
She was curious. She didn’t know what medicine he had used, but it worked amazingly well. In such a harsh environment, there was no sign of infection.
She searched his body and found a bottle of medicine tucked in his waistband.
The bottle was engraved with the words “Golden Wound Medicine, which explained his quick recovery.
Looking at him, filthy and covered in grime, and knowing there were no spare clothes, Yang Yunxi thought that since it was summer, washing his clothes now would dry them quickly.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, a set of men’s clothing appeared beside her—pure cotton sportswear and underwear.
Yang Yunxi looked at the clothes and thought of her dream last night and the water and bread she had eaten this morning.
Could these be things from her parents’ supermarket?
To test her guess, she looked around. What they needed most now were daily necessities—rice, oil, salt, bedding, mats, and such.
As soon as she thought of it, a pile of these items appeared beside her.
Everything was exactly what she had just thought about.
Could this be a benefit of her transmigration? Would she never have to worry about food or clothing again?
With food solved, the next priority was to help him clean his filthy clothes.
She looked at him and said, “Your clothes smell awful. Let me take them off and clean them, okay?”
After waiting and seeing no response, she began removing his clothes. Once, she saw not only his attractive abs but also countless wounds covering his body. Looking at them, she wondered how much pain he must have endured.
As someone who provided medical care for the army, she was used to bumps and bruises—but not to this extent. She had no idea who he really was.
After considerable effort, she finally removed his shirt, then his pants.
When she first took off his pants, she suddenly remembered that in ancient times, people didn’t wear underwear.
The sight momentarily froze her.
But thinking of the professional nature of medical care, she composed herself.
She quickly gave him the pants to wear, then took a towel to the pool. After washing and wringing it out, she carefully wiped his body.
While cleaning his back, she noticed the bump on the back of his head.
In this medically backward era, she couldn’t determine whether he had a brain injury, so she decided to wait until he woke up to observe further.
Finally, after fifteen minutes, she finished wiping him clean, laid him on the mat, and dressed him in dry clothes. Mission accomplished!