International star – Fiennes•Tang, age thirty-seven, has died due to a heart attack.
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If he was already dead, then what’s this situation now?
The stinging smell of disinfectants, ghastly white walls, various life-maintenance equipment, a breathing apparatus… these things were not unfamiliar to someone who’s battled sickness for decades. But haven’t I died? Then why am I lying on a hospital bed? With his brain confounded and sore, he slowly closed his eyes, vaguely hearing the voices of a few neighboring nurses.
“How pitiful. He’s already like this and no one comes to visit him.”
“He seems to be a member in that really famous idol group. His looks are superb, but compared to the other member in the group, he doesn’t seem to have much fame.”
The nurses’ voices gradually grew fainter. He couldn’t really understand what they were talking about. He’d only touched movies since his debut. Since when did he join an idol group?
As he grew more troubled with suspicions, he fell into a deep slumber once again. He vacillated between consciousness and unconsciousness afterwards, but in most part, he couldn’t tell whether he was awake or asleep.
He was certain of one thing though. Since everyone kept referring to him as “Tang Feng”, then he was not the same “Tang Feng” they were talking about. He’d already changed his name after entering Hollywood’s entertainment industry.
This couldn’t be his thirty-seven year old body that’s constantly plagued with illness either. It was a young body. It recovered very quickly.
Also, he had a heart attack. He didn’t lose consciousness after falling into the ocean.
He probably became someone else, he felt.
His thoughts and emotions ended the day he became fully conscious again and had the breathing apparatus taken off.
He asked the nurse to bring him a mirror. The nurse misunderstood him and said, looking at him, “Don’t worry. Your face wasn’t injured.” He could only smile helplessly. She still dutifully handed him the mirror nonetheless.
Seeing himself in the mirror, he finally confirmed his doubts. He really did become another person – a young handsome man. Great, he didn’t turn into a woman. For people who’d fought serious illness for thirty plus years, they would either turn extremely negative, or they would be like him now, optimistic and positive.
See, how nice it is to be broadminded. Even after he revived from death and swapped bodies with another person, he still accepted the matter with open arms.
“Does this body have heart disease? What I mean is, is his body healthy?” He couldn’t help but ask.
The nurse looked at him strangely and replied, “You were very lucky. Although you fell into the ocean and were unconscious for half a month, everything’s recovered now. Your body is great. There are no heart diseases or anything else for that matter.” Once she finished replying, she hurriedly ran out. She probably thought he lost his mind, he presumed.
Whatever made him this way, he wanted to thank G.o.d for giving him a second chance in life, and for giving him a healthy body.