Chapter 2 The Girl From Another World

The old beggar stood outside the door with sorrow. The old Taoist priest said,

"Don't worry too much. I've just carried on divination for her and I seemed to see a strange turn."

"You either saw it or you didn't. What do you mean by seem'? I don't want to listen to your lunatic ravings!"

The old beggar lost his temper.

The old Taoist priest didn't get angry. He continued, wagging his head,

"That's why I think it's strange. I haven't seen such an inconsistent manifestation of divination. It shows that she will die before twelve years old, but it also shows that she has a whole life ahead of her. It follows that she will be rich and great as long as she survives!"

The old beggar felt a little relieved when he knew the little girl had a long life. He always scolded the old Taoist priest for talking nonsense, but, in fact, he believed what the old Taoist priest said.

"Just as I said, she won't die early! Now you can see that. There are lots of important tasks uncompleted waiting for her, so how could she leave?"

The old beggar laughed with tears in his eyes. His brows were soothed.

When they were talking, Ye Bufan, who looked confused and serious, quietly opened the door and came over.

The old beggar's heart skipped a beat: Does it mean she couldn't survive the doom?

He buttoned up his lips, so did the old Taoist priest. They silently looked at Doctor Ye who lost in thought.

Ye Bufan sighed and told them in desolation,

"She got a head injury and bled too much. Although she is breathing, what I can do is nothing but maintain respiration. She had to resign herself to fate."

The old beggar could not help but stagger backward a few steps. Alittle hope had been raised was suddenly dashed.

The old Taoist priest also frowned in perplexity. Could he had been wrong?

They stepped softly into the room and saw the little girl lying on the bed quietly. A strip of plaster tied to her forehead. Her face, wiped away of mud and blood, was sallow pale. Her faint breath indicated that she was at death's door.

"Let's leave her a quiet place to rest! There are no certainties. Since she's still holding on in spite of such serious injury, we can expect even greater miracles from her."

Ye Bufan comforted them.

Three listless old men went out into the living room. Ye Bufan asked his old friends who he hadn't seen for years to sit down, and went to prepare food without making noise.

When the old guys were worrying and the girl was in a deep coma, a floating alien soul approached the little girl and merged into her body.

It was five o 'clock in the afternoon - the same time of day when the girl was born twelve years ago.

Mu Qianmei gradually came to herself and was beginning to receive the little memory left before the little girl's soul completely dissipated.

"Thanks to me, or she will become a vegetable." Mu Qianmei thought.

No miracle would happen to a vegetable in such an era. A vegetable could only lie and wait for his/her respiration to become weaker and weaker, suffering to the end of life.

However, so sad was the memory she left. There was nothing in her life but tedium and hardship.

Mu Qianmei gained control of her body and felt it so weak that even opening eyes was hard for her.

It was strange to become a kid again, but Mu Qianmei was glad as well for she had a chance to live again.

One who had gone through a lifetime was always open-minded. Since she had come, just stayed and enjoyed a new life.

Having done a lot of acting in her previous life, she decided to take the world as her stage and turn her life into a soul-stirring drama.

She would compose the script with her life.

Thinking of it, she was tingling with excitement, but her weak body could not support it.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her.

So, she closed her eyes and began to gather all the information of this world from the remains of the little girl's memory.

Unfortunately, the girl was too young to know much about this world, and the incompleteness of this memory led to less information.

Thanks to Mu Qianmei's rich life experience in previous life, she could deduce a great deal from the little memory the little girl remained.

On this simple bed, a new soul integrated by two souls was born when no one knew.

The sky turned dark.

The old men had a simple meal. As they trod slightly into the room with lighted candles, their face lit up in surprise.

Due to their extremely sensitive hearing and eyesight, they discovered something unusual as soon as they entered this room.

The breath of the little girl was still faint but much better than before when she was dying. The key point was that her breath was as smooth as a sleeping child's rather than an unconscious child's.

How could it possible?

The old beggar and the old Taoist priest looked at Ye Bufan with respect and blame.

Doctor Ye shook his head and waved his hands to tell them it was not his credit.

He carefully reached out his hand to feel her pulse and was more surprised when he felt it.

She was sleeping!

The little girl was sleeping like a baby. Not willing to wake her up, they quietly left the room.

They went out into the moonlight. The old beggar asked in uncertainty, "Mate, is she about to wake up?"

Ye Bufan was spaced out. He couldn't believe such a miracle could happen.

He was to comfort the old beggar, but a miracle did come.

It was not until the old beggar asked him urgently that he came back to his senses and asserted,

"Yes, she is going to wake up, but only when she speaks will I know how far her brain has recovered. You have to be prepared that she may not be able to beg for food for you, that she may lose her memory, that she may never get out of bed and you have to take care of her. In short, don't be too optimistic."

"Nothing else matters, as long as she wakes up! Hahaha..."

The old beggar laughed out of excitement. How happy it is to regain someone lost!

The old Taoist priest proudly said,

"I have told you there is a turn for her but you didn't believe me and said my words were crazy. Now you should believe it!"

"Hahaha. Yes, I believe it! I believe it! You are such an excellent fortuneteller that you've even foreseen this! But why weren't you sure just now? Do you know how did she fight her way out of danger?"

The old beggar praised the old Taoist priest as he was in a good mood, but then he thought he shouldn't let the old Taoist priest so smug, so he made quips on him.

The old Taoist priest didn't care about his mocking, for he had already used to the old beggar's tongue.

It popped into Ye Bufan's mind that he should fill a prescription for the little girl to restore her body and mind, so he informed them and hurried to his pharmacy.

The old beggar could not help but quietly go back to the room to see the little girl twice and put his heart at rest after seeing her sleeping and breathing smoothly at a normal rhythm.

After he calmed down, he began to consider some serious questions: Who hurt the little girl? How? Was it a deliberate accident or unintentional? Why did that person, or those people, just walked away after the accident?

The old Taoist priest saw the resentment on the old beggar's face and knew what he was thinking. He said,

"Are you wondering who hurt her?"

"Yes! You are a fortuneteller, can you tell me who hurt her? I'll let the bastard know what it's like to be hurt like this! Humph!"

The old beggar was outraged.

"Hahaha. I'm a Taoist priest, not an immortal. How can I know everything? Just leave things as they are and she will take care of it."

The old Taoist priest smiled.

"Let her take care of it herself? Didn't you hear what that old guy said? He's not sure whether she will recover!"

The old beggar was somehow provoked.

Ye Bufan made up the prescription, put a set of herbs into the pot and start to boil. After that, he went out of the pharmacy.

When he heard the old beggar's roaring he smiled, "Don't talk so loudly, or you will wake her up!"

The old beggar quieted down at once.

At this point, they heard a slight sound inside the room and immediately headed to the inner room.

Mu Qianmei opened her eyes. She felt much better after a good sleep, but she was still weak.

When she saw the old men both happy and nervous, she gave them a slight smile and spoke to the old beggar in a soft voice,

"Don't worry, I'm alright."

The old beggar was all excited.

So everything was fine with her! That's good. That's good.

Ye Bufan asked mildly, "How do your hands and feet feel now, girl?"

Mu Qianmei tried to move her hands and feet. She could feel them but could not use them freely, perhaps it was because she was too weak or she wasn't so skilled in controlling this body.

So she smiled mildly,

"Thank you, grandpa. There's nothing wrong with my body. I'm just too weak."

Her smile was mild and her tongue was polite. The old beggar felt her somehow strange and a little different.

Mu Qianmei saw the old beggar's expression and immediately knew what he thought. She changed the subject at once,

"I have dreamed a long dream!"

It intrigued three old men who were befuddled by this miracle. They calmed down and can't wait to hear her story.

Mu Qianmei said in a soft and slow voice,

"I was hit by a speeding carriage and lost my senses. Sorry, I mooched a braised fish in brown sauce, but it was knocked out of my arms. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Yes, I have. I have. Hahaha... Right, have you seen the one who hit you?"

The old beggar wasn't used to such a polite way of speaking, so he asked her in a bit angry.