As usual, after a long and tiring day of work, Han Zhao Ye got into his car to go home and rest.
The car was driving along the road when suddenly the driver turned back and said to him:
"Young Master, the brakes have failed!"
Hearing this, Han Zhao Ye showed no panic. He merely sat there in contemplation for a moment before speaking.
"Quickly drive the car to a deserted area, then find a safe spot to jump out."
"Understood."
The Lamborghini then peeled away from the crowded road and sped straight towards the city outskirts.
Once they reached a safe area with little traffic, the two quickly unbuckled their seatbelts and jumped out.
As he jumped out, Han Zhao Ye unfortunately hit his head on a roadside rock and passed out. Meanwhile, the driver and assistant, Zhou Kai-xuan, rolled a few times into a bush after jumping.
The Lamborghini, however, continued to hurtle forward, crashed through the median strip, followed by a loud "BOOM" that echoed across the small area.
After falling, Han Zhao Ye suddenly regained consciousness. He then saw a person dressed very similarly to him lying on the ground, with a lot of blood flowing from their head.
Because the person was face down on the ground, he couldn't tell who it was.
Han Zhao Ye felt very strange. He had clearly jumped from the car, yet he had no injuries whatsoever, not even a speck of pain.
While wondering about this, he suddenly saw Zhou Kai-xuan lying unconscious nearby, so he ran over to check on him.
He saw him lying unconscious, with several injuries, big and small, on his body.
"Hey, Kai-xuan, wake up!"
His voice came out cold and authoritative, but Zhou Kai-xuan remained unconscious, so he reached out to pull him up.
But when he tried to touch Assistant Zhou, his arm passed right through his assistant's body.
This left even someone as consistently calm in all situations as Han Zhao Ye utterly bewildered.
He seemed unable to believe it and reached out again to touch Zhou Kai-xuan, but the result was the same.
As Han Zhao Ye stood there in confusion, he suddenly heard voices approaching from a distance.
"Over here! I heard a very loud explosion just now."
"There's smoke rising ahead!"
"Oh, there's someone injured over there!"
"There's someone over here too!"
"Hurry, call an ambulance!"
Han Zhao Ye watched as people turned over the body that had been lying face down, and he was utterly horrified.
This person's face looked exactly like his – no, this person *was* him.
Han Zhao Ye seemed to realize something and immediately spoke up.
But no one there heard what he said, or even saw him.
Han Zhao Ye had always been a person who didn't believe in such supernatural matters, but now, he had no choice but to believe.
Very quickly, his physical body was taken to the emergency room.
……………
His soul was now standing outside the emergency room.
Han Zhao Ye's eyes swept around the hospital room, then sadly dropped.
A moment later, his paternal grandparents rushed over to check on the situation.
His grandmother couldn't hold back her tears and cried. His grandfather, seeing this, tried to comfort her, but his eyes and expression clearly showed his own anxiety.
His father, meanwhile, looked worried and sorrowful as he gazed into the emergency room.
The ancients truly spoke a wise truth:
"What you don't know, what you don't witness, won't make you sad; the more you know, the more you witness, the sadder you become."
Seeing this scene made his heart ache slightly. Perhaps for all these years, he had been too focused on work and had forgotten the time he should have spent with his grandparents.
Han Zhao Ye secretly vowed that if he escaped this calamity, he would give that vixen who harmed him a proper thrashing.
But that wasn't what mattered most right now. The most important thing was, if his soul was still wandering out here, how could his physical body ever regain consciousness?
He figured after the doctors finished his emergency treatment, his soul would surely return to his body.
Han Zhao Ye went into the emergency room, saw the doctors intently performing resuscitation, then went out to look for Assistant Zhou's emergency room.
After all, Zhou Kaihuan had always been his right-hand man, and this injury was also because he had been implicated by Han Zhao Ye.
Seeing that Assistant Zhou was alright, he returned to his own hospital room.
Han Zhao Ye floated just above the ground, musing.
"Turns out being a ghost isn't so bad. Just floating in the air, his whole body—no, his soul—felt incredibly light and comfortable. Plus, no one knew what he did or where he went.
But what he'd been wondering all this time was that since this was a hospital, there should be many souls like him, yet he hadn't seen a single soul since he started floating around."