“Wuwu...wuwu...wuwu...wuwu...wuwu...wuwu~”
Feng Yuan instantly felt as if his internal organs were shattering. He opened his eyes amidst the intense pain, and the taste of blood surging in his throat made him instinctively curl up.
Through blurry vision, he saw an old man in Plain Clothes wailing before him, seemingly on the verge of shedding a few tears.
Just as Feng Yuan prepared to open his eyes wider to recognize who this old man was,
“Ah!~”
Feng Yuan’s head throbbed violently as if it were about to explode. He desperately raised his hand to hit his head, but as soon as he moved, a sharp pain shot through his arm again.
Feng Yuan lay gasping on the roadside like a dog in summer, even the tears dripping onto the dirt road from his eyes looked like drool.
Feng Yuan never imagined that at nearly forty years old, he would ever be so miserably weeping.
Slowly, the past events flashed through Feng Yuan’s mind like a revolving lantern.
It turned out he had undergone Transmigration into this young man named Feng Yuan.
“Huh? Xue Pan? Did I transmigrate into *Dream of the Red Chamber*? And become this poor soul destined to die unjustly!”
In an instant, pain and shock intertwined within Feng Yuan.
“Just because my name is Feng Yuan? It sounds like Feng Yuan? It would have been better if I had become Feng Ziying.”
Feng Yuan mustered all his strength and spat out the bloody saliva in his mouth.
The old man quickly supported Feng Yuan, “Young Master! Your old servant arrived late. They bullied you too much.”
A Servant Boy nearby, who looked like a skinny monkey, said, “Damn it, there’s no law anymore. Master, shall we report this to the authorities?”
“Report to... what official? Hurry and call a Physician! I... I feel like I’m about to die.”
Feng Yuan finished saying this with a tremor before entering standby mode.
Feng Yuan truly felt he ranked among the most miserable Transmigrators. Several ribs must be broken now, his arm was definitely fractured, and his face felt searingly hot. He didn't even know what this guy looked like; he hadn't been disfigured, had he? No way. The pain was so intense he couldn't even feel his little Feng Yuan.
Oh, right, damn it, I don't even have a system yet.
A disastrous start.
The old servant and the Servant Boy carried Feng Yuan home. Every jolt from their steps made Feng Yuan cry out in agony, and by the time they arrived home, Feng Yuan’s voice was hoarse.
Along the way, Feng Yuan surveyed Jinling City and his residence, truly featuring “blue bricks, small tiles, horse-head walls, and a Corridor with hanging flower lattice windows.” Feng Yuan was temporarily relieved; at least his material life wouldn't collapse after transmigrating here.
As the Physician treated him, Feng Yuan let out another wail.
“Click.”
A light sound—the sound of a bone being set back into place.
Feng Yuan’s vision went black. The crushed teeth mixed with bloody foam clogged his throat, preventing him from making any sound.
“It’s done. The left arm has been reset. Three ribs are broken, but fortunately, none pierced the lungs.”
“For the next half month, you absolutely cannot move, much less get agitated. Otherwise, even an immortal cannot save you.”
The Physician wrote out a densely packed prescription, “Prepare the medicine according to this formula, three doses a day. Whether he can pull through depends on his own fate.”
After the Physician left, the Servant Boy began boiling medicine beside Feng Yuan.
While fanning the fire, he muttered and cursed:
“That blockhead Xue Pan! What a piece of work. We had already agreed with that trafficker and paid the deposit to redeem the person tomorrow. Who knew Xue Pan would show up halfway through.”
“Young Master, you were indignant and argued with him a few times. I didn't expect it to end up like this.”
Hou San grew angrier as he spoke, his fists clenching until they cracked.
Feng Yuan listened quietly, offering no interruption.
Finally, drinking this ancient, bitter Chinese medicine was like having his throat sliced open.
“You big fool Xue, just you wait. If I don't destroy you, I’ve transmigrated for nothing.”
“From now on, I am Feng Yuan,” he murmured before falling into a deep sleep.