Transmigrated Into The Book

In the mountains of Zaihang, there once lived a legendary doctor who was under a royal family. He is the best doctor and mediator known in the entire village. He can cure all kinds of diseases, not only diseases but also cursed souls. 

When the emperor died, they banished him from the palace and lived alone.

On his way home, he found a homeless child crying and begging on the streets. The child was thin and malnourished. The doctor took him as an apprentice; he fed him and taught him different ways to cultivate his energy flow. 

During their time together, the child gains his treatment strategies. The two of them traveled around the village to cure sick and cursed people. They were doing it for free because they know the feeling of being homeless and sick alone.

Life was not always that fortunate for them. One sunny day, a big pandemic broke out. The doctor did everything to save the affected village, and it took his life.

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The birds chirp above the shady trees above the small hut made of straw and mat. It was another morning, warm and hot. The sun poured through the window, bringing new hopes and aspirations. It dotted the blue sky with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze.

Inside the small hut, there was a young man. He was lying on the thin futon. He had a small face, and a perfect bridged nose, thin plum lips. His long hair wasn't in a bun, it was messy. Brown and silky threads that were reflecting under the glaze of the sun. 

The young man blinked his eyes, his long lashes flickered under the bright rays hitting his face.He groaned as he rolled on the other side of the thin clothing under him. He tried to lift his arms and blocked the rays from hitting his cheeks. "W-Where am I?" he mumbled.

The man roamed his eyes around and scanned his surroundings. He just woke up, but it feels like his body is fragile. He sat up and rubbed his temples. "Why am I feeling so dizzy?" he asked himself again. 

The young man was clueless, and he didn't know where he was. He tried to remember everything but his mind isn't working right now, it's making him more dizzy. "Ngh..my head is hurting so much," he whispered.

He tried to stand up, trudging towards the door. He used some force to open the door; it was a little tensile.

The view of the outside welcomed him. He was in a forest. Pathway made of stones from the door, there are bushes beside the hut and trees not far away from him. The ambiance somehow calms his hurting head.

The young man scanned himself; he was wearing a white and thin robe. He raised his arms towards his face; the sleeves were dirty and torn. He tilted his head. "Why am I wearing these dirty clothes?" he again asked himself.

Suddenly, his stomach growled. He was hungry. He stood up and went back inside; as he trudged the small hut like he was exploring it. 

"Ekkk" He sprang up from his stance. His eyes widened when he saw another man sitting in the corner of the room. His face was hidden under the book he was reading "Who are you?!" he exclaimed, still scared. 

The man sitting in the corner released a 'humped' sound, then he closed the book he was reading. It revealed his face, fair skin, and black hair. He was handsome, with light eyes and long lashes. He had an expressionless face, straight lips and a high-bridged nose. He was wearing an elegant yellow robe with white and black lines on the sleeves. 

The young guy blinked his eyes. He was sure that he was alone when he woke up. Or maybe she just didn't notice the man. Before he could ask another question, his stomach growled in hunger again. 

The graceful and handsome man stood up. He shook off his robe and walked past the hungry male. "After sleeping so many years, the first thing you feel is hunger," he mumbled. "How impudent,"

It made the young guy look at him; he followed the handsome man. "Sleeping so many years?" He dropped his butt on the long wooden chair. "What do you mean? I couldn't remember anything," he sighed. 

The handsome guy who was in front of the clay pot opened his hand. A blue like flame emerged from his palm. Then in just a minute, the pot was cooking on its own. He took one plate and placed it on the table. "You forgot your memories." he paused, the plain face he had turned to a frown. "No, that man took your memories" he clenched his jaw and whispered the words to himself as he turned around.

The young guy tilted his head. "What memories are you talking about?" he asked. Even if the handsome man muttered the words, he heard it. "Who's that man?" he asked again.

This other man ignored him and went back to the pot instead. The food was already cooked. He took a bowl and poured the hot soup into it. He returned to the table and sat across from the guy. "Eat and be strong, Chen Yang," he said.

Although he couldn't remember anything, the young guy jolted the moment he heard the name. "Chen Yang? Is that my name?" he asked, taking a spoonful of the soup but quickly spit it out when it suddenly burned his tongue. "It's hot!," he exclaimed.

The handsome man flick his finger and in an instant, the soup turned warm enough to eat. "Slow down," he mumbled.

Again, it amazed the young man by what he saw. "Why do you have powers? You're amazing!" he stated, eating the soup non stop.

"You are not Chen Yang in this world." The handsome man again had his blank face. "Lan Xianyu, that is your name…" he said.

Lan Xianyu, who was now bulging his cheeks from eating, paused and looked at him. "After hearing you talk, it seems like your voice is familiar to me," he said, with a bean of rice beside his lips.

The handsome man grinned, a half smile. "Can you remember me, Xianyu?"