That, she thought, must be the medium!
After standing for a while, she felt dizzy and had a stuffy pain in her chest, which made her want to cough.
She took the cleaning bag from the space and washed herself. Her hair was tangled. It must have been a long time since she had washed it, so it was long and dry. She took out a hair dryer to dry her hair.
She was shivering with cold. She cleaned up the dirt on her body, quickly put on her self-heating warm clothes, wrapped herself in thermal clothes again, and found a pair of snow boots to put on. Only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Pulling out a mirror, she looked at the skinny girl in the mirror, feeling a pang of pity. Her skin was sallow, and she was thin. Her eyes were bulging, making them look even bigger. If she stared too hard, she was afraid they would fall out! Her nose was small, and her chapped lips were like cherry pouts. Her facial features alone were good. If she could gain some weight, she would probably be a cute girl.
She took out the scanner in the space and scanned the body from head to toe.
She was stunned! She had so many problems, not a single one was good! No wonder she was able to get through.
Tuberculosis, congenital heart disease, and long-term malnutrition. These are considered serious, but fortunately they are curable. However, the congenital heart disease is a bit troublesome. She has no treatment equipment, so she can only take good care of herself to avoid death.
Take out the medicine and take it to recuperate. Is tuberculosis incurable in this day and age? Why are my original parents so cruel?
In 2220, there was a specific medicine for tuberculosis, and she got better after taking it.
She'd bandaged up the other bugs. As for the congenital heart disease... in 2220, an artificial heart would be enough. It's a problem now! But as long as her mood swings aren't too extreme and she doesn't do strenuous exercise, she'll be fine!
She had no idea where this place was or what dynasty it was from. She had no idea at all! She flipped through her space, looking for any useful books that could explain it.
Finally, she found a history book and began to read it. Judging from the people she had just seen, the clothes didn't look ancient, but more modern. After all, she hadn't left yet, so she had no idea what time it was. Even if she could recite it by heart, she wouldn't know!
I took out the bread and milk from the space and continued to eat them. I ate small and frequent meals to build up my body first. I'm too thin!
After finishing her meal, she stood up and prepared to go out to see if she could find any useful clues, such as what era it was. She looked at her thermal suit again, put it away, and wrapped herself in a black bathrobe. It was still a bit cold! But she couldn't care less. Her clothes were all brightly colored. The group of women she had just seen were all wearing gray, so there was no point in her wearing something flashy. It would attract too much attention. The first thing she needed to do was figure out where she was and what her identity was.
Following the direction the group of women were heading, she looked around. Although it was winter and the grass by the roadside had withered, leaving only large patches of yellow, the wind was still blowing. She tightened her bathrobe, but it still felt much better than the world she was in. The air was fresher, and there were pleasant smells.
Finally reaching a place with houses, she looked at the dilapidated brick building before her. A line of words stood out on the wall: 'Grasp the revolution, promote production.'
She walked over and knocked on the door. A male voice came from inside, "Come in."
She pushed the door open and saw a man wearing a cloth hat and a black Mao suit. Was it a Mao suit? She had seen it on TV before, in some period drama. It looked very similar, but this one was older.
The man looked up at her and said, "Daya. What's wrong with you? Don't you have anything to eat again? Wait, uncle will bring you a steamed bun."
She watched the middle-aged man put down his pen and go into the inner room, then took out a big white steamed bun and stuffed it into her hand.
"Eat, don't be polite to me. You're also pitiful. Don't go looking for your ignorant parents. Come to me when you're hungry. I'll give you what I have." He sat down at the table and wrote something, not noticing her abnormality.
Xia Youyou felt the man's kindness and spoke up, "Uncle, what time is it now? What year? How old am I this year?"
Captain Wang Cheng then looked up and examined her carefully. This girl usually didn't want to talk, so why did she start talking today and even ask for the time? She was dressed immaculately, and I had no idea where the robe she was wearing came from. Thinking she was in a dilapidated temple, I thought she'd found a monk's robe somewhere.
"What's wrong? It's 1976, October 20th in the lunar calendar, December 2nd in the solar calendar, and you're 16 years old. It's going to snow, don't you have anything to wear in the winter? I'll ask your aunt to get you an old coat later, so you can at least be warm."
In 1976, she remembered the history book she had just read, which was during the period of reform and opening up.
"Thank you, uncle. I have clothes. I'll be leaving now."
She knew the time, and everything was easy. She turned and left the house, looking at the steamed bun in her hand again. It was the second time she'd seen something like it, soft and fluffy. At the base, she'd only eaten compressed biscuits, high-tech products. This kind of down-to-earth experience was something her parents had once made, but they were too busy to return to the base. She'd seen it on TV before.
She put it in her mouth and took a bite. It was a little sweet, but more fragrant. She liked it very much.
She went out and stood at the door for a while, looking around. She saw some people digging something on the edge of the field in the distance. She was eating the steamed bun in her hand and was about to go over to take a look when someone suddenly rushed out and snatched the steamed bun from her hand.
She jumped in surprise and looked over. It was a boy, about ten years old, who had snatched her bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "Why did you take my bun?" She wouldn't take it back. The sight of the black marks left by the dirty claws on the bun made her unable to eat. She felt nauseous again and was about to vomit out the milk bread.
The boy pushed her while eating. "It's just a steamed bun. I saw it. The captain gave it to you. Mom said that everything you own must be given to me."
Xia Youyou dodged his dirty hand and guessed who it was. It was probably the younger brother whose parents, favoring sons over daughters, abandoned this body. She looked at the half-grown child in front of her with disdain, his face smeared with black hair and two strands of snot hanging from his nose. She frowned and took two steps back.
"Eat it, I won't steal yours. Just stay away from me."
"Take off your clothes and give them to me. I'm cold." Liu Zhuzi became more and more demanding. The robe she was wearing looked very nice and must be comfortable to wear.
Xia Youyou stared at him with cold narrowed eyes without saying a word.
Liu Zhuzi felt terrified by her stare, as if she could pounce on him and kill him at any moment. Looking at her face, he finally realized something was wrong. "Sister, what's that red spot on your forehead? It looks pretty. And why are you so clean all of a sudden?" She even combed her hair and tied it on her head.
Xia Youyou raised her hand and touched it, and found a bump the size of half a grain of rice in the middle of her forehead. She knew this was her own space. From what he said, her previous body didn't have this? So she traveled through time and space, and this body grew this.
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