Chapter 6: Nash's Identity

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The clinic, barely over fifty square meters, had a traditional medicine shelf. Off to the left, there was a wooden bed and an old computer. The entire place was littered with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. Dirty, messy, and downright pathetic. Nash flopped down on the bed with a sigh. "How did I, the youngest, most talented, and most dashing Medicine King on the Dragon Continent, end up like this?" he lamented. "Damn it, life's just not fair!" After cursing for a while, Nash felt a bit better and got up. "Hey, if fate gave me a second shot at life, why shouldn't I be happy about it? Moreover, I'm still the Medicine King. I know medicine, alchemy, talismans, even spells, and I'm a cultivator too! There's no one like me on Earth." Nash glanced up at the distant night sky with a sly grin. "Dragon Continent!" he called out. "Master and all those ladies who were obsessed with me, goodbye! From now on, I'm going to live well here! Once I get my powers back, everyone on Earth will be scared out of their minds because of me!" Right now, Nash was on cloud nine, totally psyched. Screw being the live-in son-in-law! Screw my fake wife! Screw the mother-in-law and all those so-called love rivals! I'll show you all what a real king looks like. Suddenly, Nash realized something. "Crap!" he blurted out. He forgot there was no spiritual energy on this planet. Everything he knew needed spiritual energy. The only person he found with spiritual energy was Jessie. In this big city, spiritual energy was pretty much extinct. That thought made Nash even more frustrated. "How come Jessie has spiritual energy?" he wondered. "Where did it come from?" Determined, Nash started rummaging around the room. He wanted to get a handle on what kind of life the guy whose body he'd taken over used to live. After poking around, he found a notebook on the desk. It turned out to be a diary. "Wow, this guy has a diary," Nash thought as he flopped back onto the bed to read. "May 26th, cloudy. Mom's stomach problem is getting worse. I have no idea when it'll get better. As her son, it kills me to see her tossing and turning in pain at night." "May 28th, Mom needs hospitalization, but the hospital demands 6,000 dollars. I'm selling off everything we own to get her into the hospital, but it's still not enough!" "May 31st, to cover the bills, I even went to the black market to sell my blood, but it's still not enough!" "June 3rd, today brought amazing news. A beautiful woman suddenly approached me and said that if I became her family's live-in son-in-law, I'd receive a hundred grand dollars. For my mom's treatment, I agreed without hesitation!" "June 5th, Mom, I'm sorry. I've become the Ryder family's live-in son-in-law. Now I've got a fake wife, Jessie Ryder. I know she doesn't like me, and her family disapproves of me. But for your health, I'll put up with anything!" "June 12th, today was cold. In the end, Mom passed away. I cried at her grave all night. Now, it's just me left in the world." The subsequent diary entries, though sparse, depicted the guy's monotonous past life. Nash could tell the man was introverted, reserved, and incredibly filial. Aside from his mother, he had no other family members. He studied traditional medicine, graduated, and worked in Nytherea. However, when his mother fell gravely ill, he quit his job to take care of her until he met Jessie Ryder. Flipping through the diary, Nash found a contract tucked in the middle. It was a marriage agreement. The contract spelled out the deal. Nash and Jessie would be married for six months. Then, he would receive a hundred thousand dollars. During the marriage, they were not allowed to hold hands. When the contract ended, they'd get divorced, and Jessie would pay Nash fifty grand. Nash furrowed his brows. "So this guy was a filial son," he mused. "And pretty honest, too. What a shame!" "But don't worry. Though I don't know why I've taken over your body, from today, you are me, and I am you. Whatever you didn't get to finish, I'll take care of it for you." Nash looked up, his eyes full of determination. While wandering around the room, he noticed a mirror on the left. "Damn, I forgot. I don't even know what I look like now!" he realized. "I hope I'm not ugly. Otherwise, I won't accept this body." With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, Nash approached the mirror, silently praying. In his previous life, Nash wasn't handsome, but he considered himself quite charming. At least, he thought so. In this life, who knew what he'd look like? Squinting, Nash slowly opened his eyes. The reflection in the mirror revealed his new self: messy hair, a lanky figure, and a gaunt, sallow face. However, his features were still prominent, especially his eyes and nose, which bore a resemblance to a celebrity. "Not bad at all!" he exclaimed. "Quite handsome. With a haircut and some snappy clothes, I could be a dashing man!" Nash was finally pleased. It was the happiest moment since his reincarnation. "Not bad at all!" he repeated. "With this good-looking face and my Medicine King abilities, I'm perfect!" He twisted left and right in front of the mirror. But as he was admiring himself, he suddenly felt something warm down below. Then he realized his pants were soaked through. "What the hell? Did I piss myself?!"

Chapter 6: Nash's Identity

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