The idiot from the Admon family was hospitalized due to a brain injury caused by a malfunction of the aircraft.
Once this news spread, it took less than half a day for all the nobles in the imperial capital to know about it, which immediately attracted countless attention. Some people felt pity, some ridiculed, but most of them were just watching the fun.
There is no other reason. This fool is now the only "lifeline" of the Admon family. If he dies, it will be a good show to watch.
Everyone knows that in order to find a mate to replace the disabled Eighth Prince Gain, His Majesty the Insect Emperor searched almost all the male insects with blood purity above 45% in the entire imperial capital. Unfortunately, those with high enough purity were unwilling to marry, and those who were willing to marry had too low purity. It was impossible to appease an S-level king insect, and the Admon family took advantage of this opportunity.
Land is extremely valuable in the imperial capital, and the ranks are clearly defined. Below the royal family, there are four dukes and eight nobles, followed by third-rate aristocratic families. The rest are divided according to military power and financial resources, in decreasing order. The Admon family is the ninth of the nine, the worst of the worst.
They had squandered all the savings left by their ancestors, and all that was left was an empty name and a pile of gambling debts. In order to curry favor with the royal family, the old man Admon offered to marry his eldest son Ashya to the eighth prince Gain as a partner, just so that the whole family could move back to the first-class planet from the third-class planet.
When this incident first spread among the aristocratic circles, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, because although Ashya's blood purity was as high as 50%, he was an absolute fool, with an IQ lower than that of a three-year-old child. Now that he was partnered with the eighth prince Gain, wasn't it a laughing stock
However, the Eighth Prince had been unable to get married for all these years because he had lost a leg on the battlefield. A fool and a cripple were a match made in heaven.
"How to do how to do!"
A middle-aged male insect was wandering outside the intensive care unit of the interstellar hospital. It was Admon. He frowned and looked extremely anxious. "Ashiya hasn't woken up yet. His brain was not good to begin with. Could he have been even more stupid after the collision? Your Majesty's internal affairs officer will be here tomorrow. If he sees Ashya like this, won't the marriage be ruined?!"
This is where…
A ray of sunlight quietly fell on his face, as if trying to wake him up.
Han Yan keenly sensed that something was wrong. He frowned and tried to sit up from the bed with difficulty, but he accidentally touched the bedside bell and woke up Ademon and Johnny who were sleeping on the sofa.
Ademon thought it was no big deal: "What about his brain? Is his brain okay?"
Aedmon: "When will he wake up?"
He was in a hurry to perform the next operation, so he turned around and left in a hurry. The lights in the hospital corridor were as bright and dazzling as the sun, but they only made people feel cold.
Han Yan only remembered that he took a tourist bus up the mountain, but it accidentally overturned, and he lost consciousness. It was a remote place, and it took two days to go down the mountain. Moreover, there were only some extremely backward small clinics, and there was no way such complete medical facilities could be found there.
Han Yan was lying on the hospital bed. He flicked his fingertips lightly for a moment and opened his eyes with difficulty. However, all he saw was a blurry light and shadow. He subconsciously closed his eyes and did not open them again until a long while later.
A drowsy male insect was sitting on a bench in the corridor. It was Johnny, the youngest son of Admon. He yawned and said nonchalantly, "Father, the eighth prince has a lame leg. If there were any male insects willing to marry him, he would have married him off long ago. Why wait until now? Ashya is just in the hospital, not dead. His blood is 50% pure. How could the royal family not want to marry him?"
Hearing this, Ademon didn't even bother to pick up his shoes. He asked nervously, "Is he awake? Are there any sequelae?"
The sun slowly rose from the window, illuminating the scene in the ward. The only two male caregivers were lying on the sofa, dozing off, snoring loudly. A man was lying quietly on the bed, most of his body was wrapped in white gauze, and his face was almost invisible.
He ran to the wall and pointed at Ademon and cursed: "You are the one who is not up to the task!"
Ademon was so angry that he took off his shoes and threw them at him: "I'm going to beat you to death, you little bastard!"
This was an ordinary ward. The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and medicine, no different from later times. However, the instruments and equipment around seemed extremely unfamiliar. There was not even any device to connect the limbs. Only a red light scanned Han Yan's body through the air, and his electrocardiogram data appeared directly on the electronic crystal screen.
Johnny dodged quickly, and the shoe hit the door directly. The doctor happened to walk out of the ward and frowned when he saw this scene: "Your Excellencies, no noise is allowed in the hospital. Sir Ashya is out of danger and will be transferred to the general ward tomorrow. Remember to keep an eye on his condition at all times. Tonight is a critical period."
The doctor said, "Mr. Ashya's eyes were injured when the aircraft hit. It may affect his vision in the future. You'd better give him a pair of glasses."
Johnny dodged his hand in annoyance. "Ashiya's blood purity was purchased with intelligence. I don't want to become a fool, and I don't want to marry a cripple! If you didn't owe a lot of gambling debts, would your father-in-law have to go to the battlefield to earn military merits and still not come back?!"
Doctor: "Tomorrow at the earliest, the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Aedmon was so angry that he slapped him on the head. "Asshole! You are the one who died! You are all my offspring, how come your brother's blood is 50% pure, while yours is only 25%? You are such a loser!"
The sun rises and the moon sets, and it's a new day.
The doctor secretly complained, thinking that Ashya already had a problem with his brain, how could there be more problems? "Sir, I can't answer this question for you at the moment. I can only wait until Ashya is fully awake before doing a detailed examination."
"Ashia?!"
Ademon opened his eyes dazedly, and saw Han Yan trying to sit up from the bed. He rushed forward in fear and quickly pushed him back: "God of Insects! Don't move. The doctor said that your injury is not healed yet, so you can't get out of bed yet!"
Aadmon has deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, reddish-brown hair and gray-blue eyes, which makes his appearance completely different from that of a Chinese person.
Han Yan frowned subconsciously and asked, "Who are you?"
Ademon was stunned when he heard this, obviously not understanding why Han Yan suddenly didn't recognize him. Johnny, however, looked as if he was used to it. He said with a disdainful tone, "Tsk, he's being stupid again. It seems that the aircraft hit his brain hard."
Admon then remembered that his insect cub was a fool who didn't even know 12345. He scratched his hair helplessly and sighed, "I am your male father."
After saying that, he pointed at Johnny who was lying on the sofa and said, "This is your brother Johnny. Don't forget him again."
There was a man lying on the sofa. He also had reddish-brown hair, but his eyes were brown, making him look younger.
Han Yan looked around when he saw this, and finally realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously looked at his hands, but saw that his fingertips were slender and white, and his palms were soft. It was obvious that he was a spoiled child, which was completely different from his hands that were covered with thin calluses from practicing martial arts.
"Mirror."
Han Yan, who was sitting on the bed, spoke out of the blue, startling Aedmon. Before he could react, Han Yan repeated in an emotionless voice: "Give me a mirror—" The man on the bed had a bandage wrapped around his head due to a forehead injury, and half of his face was covered with thick ointment. It was difficult to tell whether his face was beautiful or ugly. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his gray-blue eyes, which were like the color of a glacier falling into the deep sea, gradually falling and melting, without making people feel any warmth at all.
When Han Yan saw the unfamiliar face in the mirror, he paused slightly. He slowly moved the mirror upwards and caught a glimpse of his blue hair through a circle of white gauze. The color was lighter and gentler than that of his eyes, just like the sky after being washed by rain.
This body was completely different from Han Yan's original black hair and black eyes, and there was no similarity at all.
He stared at the mirror silently, and finally covered the glass gently with his hand.
Folang Village is at the highest point of the mountain, with an altitude of more than 2,000 meters. At that time, the tourist bus overturned at the second bend near the village entrance, and the fall height was about 1,600 meters. In the absence of any protective measures, the chance of survival of all passengers was infinitely close to zero.
Even if someone survived, it would definitely not be a crippled man like him with limited mobility.
He is dead.
Otherwise, I would never be reborn into this strange body.
This was the conclusion Han Yan came to. As he thought about this, he unconsciously looked at his legs in the quilt, his palm fell on his right knee, and he carefully examined the bones inch by inch.
Han Yan was an abandoned baby in his previous life. Because he had a congenital defect in his right leg, he was thrown into the mountains by his biological mother. Later, a respected elder in Folang Village adopted him and sponsored him to go to university. He became a wealthy businessman.
Han Yan is an exception in the village. The villagers of Folang Village have been practicing ancient martial arts for generations, but he had to give up halfway due to his leg problems. Later, he devoted himself to the business world and finally achieved some success. However, he had a falling out with his elders over tourism development and had not returned to the village for several years.
That place with simple folk customs has never produced such an indifferent and profit-seeking person. It seems that all the villagers' eyes are on Han Yan, who is good at calculating and scheming. He will do anything to make money and has no human touch at all.
God took away one of his legs, as if it was punishing him.
But Han Yan thought it was okay. Now he was back, wasn't he? After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the body's legs, he slowly withdrew his hand and asked Ademon, "Where is this place?"
This was the second question he asked.
Admon did not answer him, but wiped his face in annoyance: "Ashiya, now is not the time to discuss this issue. The internal affairs officer beside His Majesty will be here soon. You'd better not ask these stupid questions anymore, otherwise you will only show that you are not smart at all!"
Ademon liked to spin around when he was nervous. He paced back and forth in front of the bed and kept reminding Han Yan, "I don't want to go back to that crappy third-class planet. Your marriage to the eighth prince must not go wrong. This is our only chance to make a comeback. Even if I die in this life, I want to die on a first-class planet!"
Johnny rolled his eyes while lying on the sofa: "Father Xiong, you said so much that he can't remember. Ashya can't even count 12345. Do you expect him to understand you?"
Ademon paused when he heard that. He thought so too. He didn't know what he remembered. He quickly ran to the drawer and pulled out a bunch of books that he had prepared in advance. He stuffed them all into Han Yan's arms: "Ashiya, if the internal affairs officer comes later, you just sit on the bed and pretend to read. Don't do anything else. Do you understand?!"
This was the only way Aedmon could think of to make his stupid bug cub look smarter.
Suddenly, seven or eight thick books appeared on Han Yan's legs. He picked up one of them and flipped through it casually. He found the text familiar yet strange, and frowned unconsciously.
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
Admon clapped his hands heavily, very happy that Han Yan finally understood what he meant. In order to make it more realistic, he even stuffed a pen into Han Yan's hand and told him to maintain this posture and not move: "Very good, Ashya, just sit on the bed and read quietly, don't move!"
Han Yan ignored Ademon's shouting. He lowered his eyes to look at the pen in his hand and found that it was a style he had never seen before. Even the words were strange. He tentatively wrote two words on the title page. The ink flowed very smoothly.
Korean Banquet.
I feel weak and a little bloated.
Han Yan lightly crossed out the two words and started writing again. This time, his control of the pen was obviously more skillful. He wrote each stroke very carefully, and the characters were beautiful, with a sharp edge that could not be concealed.
The ward was so quiet that the only sound could be heard: the rustling sound of the pen on the paper.
Han Yan sat on the bed, writing carefully on the blank title page. Admon's words were too many and too fragmented, and he accidentally let everything slip, which was enough for him to get a lot of information from them:
I am Ashiya.
Brother—Jonny.
Father—name unknown.
Common points: Deep appearance, suspected to be from a foreign country.
Former residence: Third magnitude star.
Current residence: First-magnitude star.
Family status: Poor, suspected of trying to curry favor with rich and powerful people.
Object of attachment: The eighth prince (suspected to be a member of the royal family).
Current dilemma: The Internal Affairs Officer is coming to visit soon.
Original IQ: Suspected to be low.
Difficulty of marriage: high.
(End of this chapter)