H City，City People’s Hospital。
Song Ci slowly opened her eyes. What entered her vision was a stretch of stark white ceiling, and a pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.
Seeing the girl on the hospital bed gradually wake up, Madam Jiang’s eyes lit up. “You’re awake. Wanwan, you’re finally awake. You scared your mother to death.”
Song Ci lowered her gaze. What came into view was a middle-aged woman dressed in a dark green qipao, her eyes reddened as she looked at her with excitement.
Scared her mother to death? She hadn’t heard wrong, had she?
Song Ci subconsciously shrank her head slightly into the blanket. Who was Wanwan? Could these people be the family of that little boy?
Thinking of this, Song Ci let out a sigh of relief. Supporting herself with both hands, she tried to sit up. In an instant, the woman in the qipao immediately reached out to help her, causing Song Ci to pause in slight surprise.
The woman thoughtfully placed a pillow behind her back. Song Ci pressed her pale lips together. “Who are you? How is your child?”
“What do you mean ‘who are we’? Wanwan, you don’t remember your mother?” Madam Jiang’s delicate brows furrowed. What was going on? Could it be amnesia? Impossible!
The next second, another middle-aged woman dressed in elegant attire spoke gently, “Wanwan, I’m your aunt. Don’t you remember us at all?”
“No… who exactly are you?” Song Ci stared at them blankly. Hadn’t she been saving someone? After rescuing the little boy, her leg had cramped and she had choked on water.
“Doctor, doctor!” Madam Jiang frowned tightly, her heart filled with anxiety. “What’s wrong with my daughter? Why doesn’t she recognize us at all?”
After the doctor arrived, only the doctor and Song Ci remained in the ward.
Outside the ward—
“How could she drown just taking a bath?” Grandfather Jiang looked utterly incredulous. It had been too late last night, and the younger generation hadn’t told him that Jiang Wanting had nearly drowned while bathing.
“I don’t know either, Dad. The key point is that now she doesn’t recognize anyone,” Madam Jiang said anxiously, pacing back and forth.
“What kind of situation is this!” Grandfather Jiang struck his cane heavily against the ground.
Jiang Qixun comforted him, “Dad, don’t be anxious. Watch your blood pressure.”
In Jiang Wanting’s generation, she was the only girl. The entire family treasured her like a pearl in their palm and the apple of their eye. Nothing must happen to her.
At that moment, a man in a tailored suit strode over with long steps. His features were sharp, as if carved.
He first greeted the elders, then asked, “How is Wanwan?”
“Ah Qi, your sister is fine. She’s undergoing examination,” Ye Lan quickly replied. Seeing the man’s brows slightly knit, his handsome, well-defined features showed a trace of fatigue.
With a “click,” the ward door opened. Several people hurried forward, looking at the doctor nervously.
“Doctor, how is my granddaughter?” Grandfather Jiang moved to the doorway with his cane.
The middle-aged doctor, wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, flipped through the medical record, shook his head, and said, “The patient has no major physical issues, it’s just…”
Everyone held their breath. “Just what?”
“The patient only inhaled some water. Memory loss from something like this is rare. It can only be interpreted as having experienced a significant emotional shock previously, resulting in selective amnesia.”
The group was stunned, speaking in disbelief, “What?”
“Please remain calm.”
“When will she recover her memory?” Compared to the others’ agitation, Jiang Qi remained much calmer.
“That depends on the patient. Some patients, if unwilling to recall, may never recover their memories,” the doctor said before leaving with the medical record.
Inside the ward—
Song Ci felt her scalp tingle under the gaze of multiple pairs of eyes. At that moment, she truly believed she had transmigrated—into another girl’s body.
She had read too many novels. Could something as absurd as transmigration really exist? Wasn’t she dreaming? She had only jumped into the wishing pond to save someone, suffered a leg cramp, choked on water—and that was enough to transmigrate?
“Wanwan, it’s alright. You’ll remember in a few days,” Grandfather Jiang said kindly, looking at the girl leaning against the hospital bed.
“Yes, Wanwan,” Lin Xinya said, gently patting Song Ci’s head, her eyes slightly red. “This is your grandfather, this is your father, and this is your brother.”
“Wanwan, I’m your aunt,” Ye Lan added quickly, comforting her. “It’s fine. You’ll remember in a few days.”
Song Ci’s lips stiffened, while inside her mind countless thoughts ran wild. Could it be that, just for saving someone, she had actually drowned in that barely meter-deep wishing pond?
That would be far too embarrassing!
Song Ci spoke weakly, “Um… where is my phone?”
“It’s at home. Should Mom send someone to fetch it?”
“No need… then when can I be discharged?” Song Ci asked somewhat awkwardly. She had never experienced this kind of concern before.
Jiang Qi frowned as he looked at his both familiar yet unfamiliar sister. His deep black eyes darkened slightly, and the hand hanging at his side slowly clenched into a fist.
“We’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. You can be discharged and go home after that.”
Song Ci nodded. Being stared at by so many unfamiliar eyes made her extremely uncomfortable. Judging by their clothing and mannerisms, this was clearly not an ordinary family.
Especially the original owner’s older brother—she feared that if he looked at her too closely, he might see through the fact that his sister had been replaced.
Grandfather Jiang sighed. At this point, there was no other option. Perhaps it was better if she couldn’t remember. Jiang Wanting had been pampered since childhood, which had led to her willful and spoiled temperament.
As for the engagement with the Shen Family’s child, it had been arranged by his late wife and Grandmother Shen on a whim. The two children had been betrothed since young.
Since the two had never interacted, Jiang Wanting’s resistance was understandable. They could only take things one step at a time.
A few minutes later, only Song Ci and Madam Jiang remained in the ward. Song Ci—no, now she was Jiang Wanting.
Jiang Wanting idly held the remote control, flipping through TV channels in the ward. The next second, it switched to the local news.
“According to our station’s report, at 5:36 PM on September 21, a student from C University, Miss Song, tragically passed away while rescuing a young boy. The boy’s family has since contacted Miss Song’s relatives. Miss Song’s father and stepmother are deeply grieved by her death. Further developments will continue to be reported by our station…”
The remote in Jiang Wanting’s hand fell onto the blanket with a “snap.” What—she was already dead?
So the original owner had not transmigrated into her body. She had thought they had swapped identities. In other words, the original owner Jiang Wanting had already died, and the current Jiang Wanting was her—Song Ci.
Madam Jiang came out of the bathroom and saw Jiang Wanting sitting there in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. She let out a soft sigh. What misfortune! How had she suddenly lost her memory?
Jiang Wanting came back to her senses and noticed Lin Xinya staring at her. That direct gaze made her heart tremble, and she quickly found an excuse to enter the bathroom.
Closing the door, she looked up and saw herself in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror had long jet-black hair. On her delicate oval face was a hint of baby fat. She had willow-like brows, almond-shaped eyes, a small and refined nose bridge, and soft pink lips. Her figure was slender and petite, around 1.67 meters tall.
Jiang Wanting paused in a daze. She looked much better than before. But this face was far too youthful—it looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen.
“Knock, knock, knock…” Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out, startling her.
“Wanwan, are you done?” Seeing that she hadn’t come out for a long time, Lin Xinya worried she might have somehow drowned again.
Jiang Wanting snapped back to her senses and replied toward the door, “Uh… yes, almost done.”
“Wanwan, here’s your phone.” Lin Xinya handed it to her and led her to sit by the coffee table. “Let’s eat something first.”
Jiang Wanting glanced roughly over the dishes on the table. They were all light in flavor. What, did the original owner usually eat like this? It was a bit too bland.
Pork rib and yam soup, boiled fish, cold chicken breast salad, stewed chicken with mushrooms… a whole spread of light dishes.
Jiang Wanting swallowed. Just looking at it made her hungry.