Chapter 8: Interstellar World (Part I)

Because she was under suspicion and subjected to a series of probing questions, Jiang Hui was fussed over by a group of medical staff and escorted all the way to the emergency room.

Then five or six people, bustling around, began examining her on the emergency stretcher.

This time, it was truly a case of “the knife is in others’ hands, and I am the fish on the chopping block.” As soon as she was laid on the emergency table, all four of her limbs were restrained and fitted with devices resembling oxygen masks, leaving her no room to resist.

Those people placed something on her head, hung devices around her waist, and didn’t even spare her fingers—one by one, they attached who-knows-what. She felt like a dead fish being turned over and over, surrounded by the incessant beeping of machines.

“Have the test results come out yet?”

“Just now. But that was only a shallow scan. The issues she showed earlier were clearly memory loss—possibly functional damage caused by brain lobe injury...” It seemed they thought her earlier confusion was due to a brain injury from a fall.

“How about her brainwaves?”

“They look fine, though she seems slightly agitated. Oh, now there’s a violent fluctuation...” That’s because she’s excited hearing you talk.

“My blood analysis shows nothing abnormal. Her blood concentration and other indicators are all within normal ranges, though she is slightly malnourished.”

“I also have a report... There’s a minor issue with her heart, which might require surgical intervention. But it’s just a small problem and should be easily treated. If not, we can consider artificial replacement with the Hetos series products...”

“What’s going on? Why is she so agitated? Her mental strength gauge is off the charts, far exceeding that of unawakened individuals at the same level. This is abnormal. Her heart rate is accelerating unusually fast. Look, she seems to be convulsing—possibly due to hypoxia. Quickly, give her oxygen—”

Jiang Hui thought: ...I’m just scared out of my wits, okay?!

What do you mean “minor heart problem” and “artificial replacement with products”? I’m a human being! Don’t make it sound like you’re repairing a car...

The strange instruments, the seemingly futuristic jargon, the environment beyond ordinary comprehension, and all the experiences since waking up in that bizarre room—everything was telling her that something extraordinary and earth-shattering had happened.

Jiang Hui had a strong premonition: she was no longer in the familiar world she once knew.

Lying on the emergency table, being “rescued” by various so-called machines, she gradually slipped into a drowsy haze.

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In her sleep, she began to dream.

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Jiang Hui sometimes felt that her life was rather dramatic.

Born into a simple, happy family, but shattered overnight by a sudden accident, leaving her as the sole survivor, isolated and alone. After struggling to grow up and leaving school, she had a promising opportunity, only to lose it due to natural disaster and human misfortune, forcing her to settle for a random job to survive.

Just as she was reluctantly accepting her fate and preparing to work hard in an unexpected field, she inexplicably ended up here...

Heavens above, can someone tell her exactly what happened—to make a Blue Star native like her appear tens of thousands of light-years away in an interstellar era?

Yes, after the doctors’ emergency treatment, she finally “remembered” some things—or rather, quickly skimmed through the memories left in this body.

The memories were of a little girl living carefree on a planet in the inner star system, growing up in a happy family, adored by her parents, then losing everything in an unfortunate accident.

Her guardianship was temporarily entrusted to her family, awaiting adoption by other branches. But a week ago, after her second awakening, her spiritual power hadn’t improved; it remained at the same level as her first awakening.

Therefore, the family elders deemed her low in talent and limited in potential. According to family rules, she could choose to stay within the clan awaiting assignment, but the resources she once enjoyed would be reduced.

The original owner likely had her own ideas and chose another path: leaving the family to move to a subordinate star system, thereby receiving a one-time settlement allowance. But this effectively meant severing ties with the family, forfeiting all customary support and future resources.

Clan members who had their household registration transferred to the collective pool were considered quite independent—so independent that even if the family incurred offenses, they might not be implicated. The ties were cut fairly cleanly.

Of course, what she severed wasn’t just relationships, nor was it merely leaving the inner star system. Her choice essentially closed off many potential opportunities.

Perhaps to some, the original owner’s decision seemed immature—picking up a few peanuts but losing a watermelon, a rash choice that destroyed her promising future.

But for the Jiang Hui of today, it was a blessing, sparing her the huge problem of facing the original owner’s acquaintances.

Jiang Hui’s intuition was right: she was no longer on Blue Star. She had come to an alien world already developed into the interstellar era.

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She was no longer the Jiang Hui of Blue Star, but a citizen of planet RB690 Kemeier, in the inner star system.

She had crossed over.

Jiang Hui struggled to digest this news; even the memories suddenly flooding her mind felt like blurry TV images, unreal and impossible to identify as her own.

While she was pondering this, someone entered the ward.

This time it wasn’t Fry, an old acquaintance, but a slightly older doctor.

The moment he came in, he saw her half-reclined on the hospital bed, seemingly lost in thought.

“Ms. Jiang,” he greeted, immediately drawing her attention.

“Hello,” she hesitated, responding in the language from her memories.

In fact, Jiang Hui should have realized something was off earlier. Since arriving here, she had been communicating in the universal interstellar language—an instinct retained by this body’s brain, preventing her from being mute and deaf at the start.

At the time, she could understand and speak it as a reflex despite some brain confusion. Now that she was fully conscious and had accepted the memories, she could clearly distinguish between two languages, as they had completely different phonetic systems.

“Hello, I am your primary therapist, He Callet, responsible for your treatment,” he said naturally, extending his hand.

Even in her past world, this was a very Westernized etiquette, rarely used in her homeland. Unexpectedly, here she had become a minor again, and such formalities were common—seemingly a frequent custom in this place.

Jiang Hui awkwardly shook his hand, trying her best to conceal her unfamiliarity with this world.