In a VIP hospital room, the voices of two men could be heard.
“Young Master Huo, Madam Huo has been poisoned quite severely. She requires treatment to ensure her survival,” the doctor said.
The other man remained silent after hearing this.
Her vision was blurry; she could only vaguely make out two figures, one black and one white. What happened? Was she saved? Ha… Yang Yan, has heaven finally taken pity on her… because it saw she’d suffered enough…?
A short while later, Yang Yan woke up.
Opening her eyes, she looked around. The pungent smell of medicine filled her nostrils, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
“Madam, you’re awake!” A woman’s voice rang out.
Madam? Who is she calling?
“Madam?” The woman’s voice rang out again.
“Are you calling me?” Yang Yan looked suspiciously at the person beside her.
She felt her body was only slightly heavy, with no injuries. She remembered the accident; the impact had been incredibly strong. When she fell, she even heard the sound of bones shattering.
“Madam… are you alright? The doctor said you would be fine…”
“Who are you? Why are you calling me ‘Madam’?” Yang Yan asked.
“You don’t remember who I am?” The woman asked in surprise.
Yang Yan looked suspiciously. Were these people confusing her with someone else?
“Ling Ran! Don’t play dumb in front of me!” The man who had been silent until now suddenly spoke, his voice cold and carrying a warning.
“I… *cough*… *cough*…” Just as Yang Yan was about to speak, a sudden sharp pain shot through her chest, and a coughing fit seized her.
What’s going on? Who is Ling Ran? Wait! Ling Ran sounds a little familiar…
“Young Master, please calm down a little. Madam has just woken up,” the woman from before quickly intervened.
“Aunt Shen, don’t be so lenient with her anymore!” the man said coldly.
“Young Master, you…”
“Let me go to the bathroom for a moment!” Yang Yan interrupted.
This body was so strange. She felt shorter, and her hair was also longer.
“Let me help you in,” Aunt Shen stepped forward and helped Yang Yan into the bathroom.
After closing the door, she walked to the mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the person in the mirror. This wasn’t her…! This woman was incredibly beautiful, with large, round eyes, fair skin, and long, slightly wavy black hair.
Why was she in this person’s body? Recalling the words from earlier: Ling Ran, Aunt Shen, Young Master Huo—Huo Mo Ting? Wasn’t this the secondary couple in the angsty novel *Love You Again*? Her favorite couple.
She pulled open her collar. She didn’t see any small moles on her shoulder. Yang Yan raised a hand to her forehead. Oh no, don’t tell her she transmigrated into a book! No way… she hadn’t even finished reading that one.
A moment later, Yang Yan came out. Huo Mo Ting had already left; only Aunt Shen remained, sitting on a chair.
She pursed her lips and walked over.
“Madam, do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Aunt Shen quickly helped her back to bed.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Yang Yan said, shaking her head and waving her hand. “Auntie, may I ask you something?”
“Madam… did you just call me ‘Auntie’?” Aunt Shen asked in surprise. It seemed that ever since she had known Ling Ran, she had never once called her ‘Auntie,’ always just ‘you’ or ‘that woman’…
“C-can’t I call you that?” Yang Yan—no, from now on, she probably had to get used to the identity of Ling Ran, and then find a way to return later.
“Of course, of course! I’m just a little emotional. Madam, please go ahead and ask.” Aunt Shen’s eyes were already brimming with tears.
“What happened to me that I ended up in the hospital?” Ling Ran asked.
She wanted to know which part of the story this was so she could figure out how to respond.
“Madam, do you not remember anything? You were poisoned by a servant. That person was truly cruel to use *that* kind of poison. If Young Master hadn't returned to find you lying unconscious on the ground, then Madam might have...” Aunt Shen said, bowing her head.
If this poison had lingered any longer, it would likely have been fatal.
Lăng Nhiễm was stunned. This must be when Lăng Nhiễm was 22 years old. Oh my god, so I only have one year left to live? No, I have to find a cure.
“So, is there any way to remove the toxins from my body?” Lăng Nhiễm asked anxiously.
“The doctors said they need time to research this type of poison to find a cure, but Madam, you don't need to worry. Young Master will definitely send people to find a way to save you,” Aunt Shen said, wiping away her tears.
Lăng Nhiễm forced a smile. Oh my god, what do I do now? According to the plot, Lăng Nhiễm would die within a year because the poison wouldn't be fully neutralized.
She had to find a way to return. If that wasn't possible, she had to find a way to escape death.