In the first month, Chen Shi only did one thing: survive.
The confusion and shock when I woke up turned into the most primitive survival instinct three days later. He found himself in an endless primeval forest with unfamiliar vegetation and strange animals. Even the two moons in the sky reminded him that this was not the earth, not Zhongnan Mountain, or any place he recognized.
The first few days were hell.
Without fire, he ate raw food and suffered diarrhea to the point of near dehydration. Without shelter, he was shivering from the sudden drop in temperature at night, and had to be wary of the creatures that made strange noises in the darkness. Without tools, he used rocks to break open the hard-shelled fruits and tree branches to dig out the tubers.
But Chen Shi did not collapse.
He is a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine. His grandfather taught him since he was a child: "The human body has great medicine, and its self-healing power is fundamental." During those years when he studied medicine and practiced martial arts in Zhongnan Mountain, he learned to observe, be patient, and adapt to nature. Now, these abilities have become his only reliance on survival.
