At that time, Galen felt as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine, and the dizzy feeling of dizziness made his stomach churn. His last memory remains in the heavy rain downstairs in the office building. In order to deliver an urgent document to Mr. Wang of the taxi company, he was riding a shared bicycle on the slippery road. An out-of-control truck turned on its dazzling high beam, followed by a violent collision and boundless darkness.
"Hiss..."
The biting cold made him take a sharp breath of air, and his consciousness seemed to be struggling to surface from the deep sea. He struggled to open his eyes, but what he saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but low and worn wooden beams with a few bunches of dried herbs hanging on them, exuding a bitter smell.
What he was lying on was a hard earthen kang, and the coarse cloth bedding made his skin itch. He moved his fingers and touched the cold earth wall. The wall was full of pits and a few spots of mildew.
"Where is this?" Shi Galen spoke in a hoarse voice. His voice was so unfamiliar that it was unlike his own. It had the clarity of a young man, but also revealed weakness.
He struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a gray burlap jacket. The fabric was rough and the stitching was crooked. It was completely different from the custom-made suit he wore before he traveled through time.
At this moment, a memory that did not belong to him flooded into his mind like a tide——
