Like many transmigration novels... As soon as Zhan Chen woke up, he was sporting a very, very, very bad head splitting headache. Groaning, Zhan Chen felt like smashing his head at the wall.

He had never been sick before, furthermore, a head splitting headache like this. He tried to open his eyes but it was too hard. "Ugh..." And it was very unlikely someone was there to help him since he had always lived alone in his rundown apartment.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Because of his painful headache, Zhan Chen didn't hear the knock on the door or the sound of the door being opened.

"Young Lady! What happened?!"

"Wuuu... It hurts... My head hurts so much..."

"I'll call the healer right away! Hang in there Young Lady!" The person, who had just entered the room, immediately ran out of the room to get some help.

Soon, footsteps could be heard came running for Zhan Chen. But since he was still in the pain, he didn't register it.

"Xiao Chen! Are you okay, dear? What happened? Xiao Chen?!"

"Where is the healer?! Where is he?!"

"Master, My Lady, the healer is on his way. Daoli has gone to get him."

"It hurts... Wuwuwu..."

"Xiao Chen... It's okay, dear. The healer is on his way here..." Zhan Chen barely registered a soft hand pushing his hair from his sweaty forehead, as a soft kiss landed on his forehead.

"Dear..."

"It's going to be fine. Our ger son is going to be fine."

Eight minutes later, a series of running footsteps could be heard. Two men, one was a teenager and the other was an old man in his ninety. The old man looked fine whereas the youngster was covered with sweat while panting like a dog.

"Master Bai, where is the patient?"

"Old Master Shen, please take a look at my son!"

"If I may, My Lady."

Zhan Chen groaned as he lost the touch of comfort. He gritted his teeth and cried again, "Wuwuwu..."

"Xiao Chen..." The soft spoken person leaned on the much taller and muscular man as the man put his arms around the lithe framed male.

"It's going to be fine, dear. Our ger son is going to be fine."

"Why? Why now?" He cried, holding onto the tall man. "And Xiao Chen's health has gotten better these years..."

The taller male tightened his arms around the smaller male. He spoke of soft assurances as he tried to calm down his partner.

It was only around ten minutes or so but it felt like hours of waiting before the old healer finally stopped doing what he was doing. He let out a sigh as he looked at the frail young ger on the bed. He then turned around to face the parents.

"May I speak?" He said as he gestured to the outside of the room.

The couple nodded their heads as they went out and closed the door to their ger son's room softly.

The smaller male spoke first, "Old Shen, what's going on with Xiao Chen?"

Meanwhile, the taller male just watched as the old healer heaved a sigh.

"I've just checked your child..." Old Shen paused for a while as he looked puzzled, "But, there's nothing wrong with his head."

"No! It's impossible with how he was doing just now! He said it hurt so much and he couldn't even open his eyes or stand up!"

The taller male decided to speak out and when he spoke his voice was grave, "What did Old Master Shen mean?"

"What this old man said, there's nothing wrong with your child's head. He is very much healthy than before."

"...W-What did you mean?"

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When Zhan Chen opened his eyes, it was already bright. He squinted his huge round eyes as he tried to cover the light from entering his eyes. "Um... What time is it now?"

Patting his hands around, he felt that it was weird... his single bed, since when did it get into a queen size? Sitting up, he narrowed his eyes as he looked around him in confusion.

The room he was in was very big and filled with many furnitures. At one look, Zhan Chen already knew that with his meager salaries, he wouldn't be able to afford the room he was in. And currently, he was lying on a big soft bed with a canopy. He marveled at the luxury of this room. But, what made him surprise was the interior design of this room, along with the furniture... it was very old ba! Ah, he meant antique! Very antique! Like those old Chinese ages, the dynasties and all.

The youngster blinked his huge round black eyes as he tried to move his fringe to the back of his head. As soon as his fingers touched his hair, he was surprised at the softness of his hair and moreover, it was very long!

Like... Very, very, very long!

Ehh??? How could his hair grown so long in a night?! Impossible!! This was impossible ah!

He quickly moved out of the bed and again was surprised at what he wore. Currently, he was wearing a simple long white robe embroidered with red peonies.

Dread filled his being...

Spotting a bronze mirror at the side of the room, he quickly walked and was shocked to see his own appearance. He was still having his very own face with his signature beauty mark below his left eye but he looked so fragile, delicate and just too beautiful.

He looked like he was still in his teens. Perhaps, seventeen or eighteen years old.

His skin was snow white and free from any blemishes. And his hands were too soft and tender. With how he was juggling three jobs at one time, it was impossible for Zhan Chen to have soft and tender hands.

Well, everything about him was still the same except for his long hair, fair and smooth skin, soft and tender hands and he lost two inches from his original height. Currently, he was around 165 cm. He still retained his original look but somehow, this 'him' got this delicate aura surrounding him. He looked more beautiful than the most beautiful girl he had ever known during his high school.

Zhan Chen was sure he could win a pageant contest if he joined in ba!

"What is the going on?" He asked himself. "Where am I and why am I looking like this?"

While the teenager was currently trying to comprehend what was happening, suddenly, the door was opened and a soft feminine voice could be heard.

"Xiao Chen?! Oh, dear God! Are you fine, dear?!"