Memories were constantly clashing, blurring, and then mixing into an indistinguishable mess.
"Am I still in the hospital?" Chen Yu felt a bit infuriated as he looked at the familiar environment.
A nurse, seeing that Chen Yu had awakened, said something to him excitedly, but he didn't understand a word.
"It sounds a bit like Japanese, but it's not exactly." Chen Yu frowned.
"Where exactly am I?" Chen Yu touched his chest, finding no trace of surgical scars.
Combining the language he couldn't understand, Chen Yu quickly confirmed something.
It seemed he had transmigrated.
However, the bad news was, his body seemed very weak, and it seemed he was still in the ICU ward.
This was not good news.
Chen Yu didn't want to be tormented by illness again.
Moreover, if he couldn't understand the language and didn't have the memories of this body, he might be euthanized by mistake without knowing how to argue his case.
