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Great Zhou Dynasty, Shuntian Prefecture.

Within the city of Beiping, at Xiaohuazhi Lane.

It was the deep of night. Winter’s moonlight, like a bolt of torn silver satin, lay evenly upon the dilapidated one-courtyard, three-chamber dwelling.

“Damn it, those useless brats Jia Rong and Jia Qiang are the very definition of wastrels—sloppy and careless in everything.” Remembering the night’s events, Wu Tiande could not help but grumble with indignation.

At the banquet, they had sworn before Jia Lian that they would see the drunken Wu Tiande safely home. Yet once through the courtyard gate, disdaining the filth and squalor, they had tossed him inside and quickly slipped away. Thus, Wu Tiande spent most of the night asleep on the cold blue-brick ground, waking only when the chill seeped into his bones.

In truth, he had frozen to death. The soul now inhabiting Wu Tiande’s body had crossed the vastness of hundreds of light-years from Blue Star.

In his previous life, Wu Tiande was a rich young man who squandered his family’s millions under the pretense of studying music at Berkeley, indulging in pleasure and romance with aspiring starlets. His wanton ways drew the wrath of his elders, who soon cut off all support. Only his kind-hearted aunt could not bear to see him homeless, and so found him a place in the prestigious “4+4” extended clinical medicine program at Beiping Medical College. After years of study, he finally graduated, doctorate in hand, and secured a position at a top hospital in Beiping. Just as he was poised to prove that even an ar