Time-travel

  Felt a splitting headache, wanted to lift hand to touch head but felt like hands were not listening to own commands.

  What's going on? Why isn't my hand listening to me?

  Qiangqiang struggled to open her eyes and saw a group of people staring at where she was.

  Is this a hospital? Ha, how is it possible, jumping from 29th floor and still can be saved?

  "Yu Xian, you can't die! If you die, what will happen to me and the king? Yu Xian..." In a daze, Fang QiQi heard a woman's voice, which sounded somewhat aged.

  Who did you call?

  My head hurts so much, it feels like it's going to explode. Fang Qi felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and before he knew it, everything went black and he fainted.

  In a room with an antique flavor, the furnishings were simple. On a bed lay a girl with her forehead wrapped in white cloth.

  There were six people standing in front of the bed, one of whom was wearing a doctor's uniform similar to that of the imperial palace. He squatted down and reached out his hand to the girl's white hand, pausing for a moment before standing up and saying to a tall, sturdy middle-aged man with a simple face

  "Master Qian needn't worry, Miss Qian is out of danger, but..." The imperial physician paused for a moment after saying this.

  "Imperial Physician, you may speak freely." King Qian of the Thousand Kings' Manor, Qian Weijun, said to the imperial physician.

  However, as for whether Miss Qian can wake up, it still depends on Miss Qian's own luck. The imperial physician lowered his head and respectfully said to Qian Wei Jun.

  Qian Weijun's eyes widened slightly after hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure and politely said to the imperial physician:

  "Is that so... Thank you, Imperial Physician. Someone, escort the Imperial Physician out." Qian Weijun said with his head bowed, looking at the girl lying on the bed.

  The imperial physician nodded and left the room with his attendants.

  "Take good care of the young lady, everyone else can leave." Qian Wei Jun looked at the girl on the bed, steeled himself and turned to instruct before leaving without looking back.

  Everyone in the room retreated after hearing the master's order, leaving only a tearful girl with red eyes, looking like she was only fifteen years old. The girl didn't dare to approach the bed until everyone had left, then she knelt down beside it and gazed at the girl lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, wailing in pain.

  "Miss, you can't leave the child behind. Miss, you said it yourself, the more they want you dead, the more you can't die. So, miss, you must wake up! Miss..."

  Fang Qi slowly opened his eyes, and everything around him became clear from being blurry.

  Everything around exuded an ancient style. Fang Qiqi frowned, but felt a sharp pain coming from his forehead, Fang Qiqi took a cold breath and subconsciously touched his forehead with his hand.

  After the pain in his forehead subsided, Fang Qiqi finally came to his senses.

  Where is this? Didn't she jump from the 29th floor? Why is she here?

  Suddenly, Fang QiQi heard footsteps, coming straight towards her.

  A girl of about fifteen years old appeared before me, holding a basin in her hand and with tears in the corners of her eyes.

  He gazed at the girl with a sense of eeriness, clearly remembering that this was his first time seeing her, yet somehow it felt as if they had met before.

  The girl looked at the girl on the bed and her eyes widened with excitement. The water basin fell to the ground as she shouted loudly.

  "Miss! Are you awake? That's great!"

  Frowning sternly at the excited girl.

  Miss? Who are you calling miss?

  "You..." He opened his mouth with great difficulty and finally managed to utter a single word.

  "Miss, what did you say?" Wan'er squatted down and leaned her ear close to Fang Qiqi's mouth, asking in puzzlement.

  "Who is it..." Fang Qi Qi's mouth was trembling and she finally managed to say the last two words.

  "Miss, have you forgotten? I'm Yan Er!" Yan Er exclaimed excitedly as she stood up and frowned at Fang QiQi.

  "Xiao'er......" The frail and weak voice was panting with a puzzled tone, repeating the name of that young girl.

  Sounds familiar... but I remember I didn't know her before... how is this possible?

  The more Fang Qi thought about it, the more his head ached, and he rubbed his temples with his hand.

  "Miss, are you okay?" Yan'er looked at Fang QiQi who was rubbing her forehead with her hand and immediately squatted down with a worried expression.

  "...head..." Fang Qi Qi opened her mouth and finally spat out a word.

  "Miss, speak slowly, I'll get you a glass of water." Xian'er said, turning to walk to a table, pouring a cup of clear water, then walking back to the bedside, supporting Fang Qiqi and feeding her the glass of water.

  "This is... who?" Fang Qi Qi asked after finishing the cup of water, her speech no longer as difficult. She looked at the girl in front of her with a puzzled expression and asked.

  "Miss, have you forgotten? This is your home, the Qian Wang Fu!" Xian'er had just put down her teacup when she heard Fang QiQi's words and immediately ran back to the bedside, grabbing Fang QiQi's hand and asking.

  Frowning and looking at the baby in front of her with a stern expression.

  What's going on? I feel like we're not on the same wavelength when I talk to her.

  "Thousand... Thousand Wang Fu..." Fang Qi Qi said, pointing at herself, "My... family..."

  "Yes, miss, your home!" Yan'er said anxiously as she watched Fang QiQi nodding desperately.

  "What...what is this?" Fang QiQi looked at YanEr's weak breathing and asked.

  "Oh dear, miss, I've told you before, this is the Qian Wang Fu, it's your home!" Yan'er became anxious and grabbed Fang QiQi's hand with increased strength.

  She was about to say something with a frown and an open mouth, but felt a voice coming from both sides of her ears, as if someone was whispering in her ear.

  "This is Tianqi Country."