FT DR Chapter 3: Saving Lives and Assisting the Neurologically Afflicted

Chapter 3: Saving Lives and Assisting the Neurologically Afflicted

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

Wu Chenghe was dumbfounded, looking at the holographic screen projected by the pendant. There was a simple table displayed on it.

Name: Charlie Simpson (formerly known as: Wu Chenghe)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

DNA sequence: …

In the upper left corner of the table, there was a rotating three-dimensional avatar, depicting a handsome young man of Chinese descent. Although Wu Chenghe didn’t know what he looked like now, he guessed that this was his three-dimensional photo.

Damn it! He turned out to be the second-generation official who almost killed more than four hundred innocent passengers! Could this plot get any more melodramatic?!

“Are you alright, Mr. Charlie?” The female doctor noticed Wu Chenghe’s blank expression and asked gently.

“I-I think so,” Wu Chenghe stuttered, “A-Are you saying this is my identification?”

The female doctor glanced at the squad captain and said, “Yes, this is a special pass issued for you by Commander Hannibal himself. The photo matches, and the DNA sequence is correct. I checked it while stitching up your wound just now.”

Wu Chenghe didn’t know what to say anymore.

“What’s going on? Don’t you know if you’re Commander Hannibal’s son?” The squad captain asked in surprise. “Or do you not even know that you’re Charlie Simpson?”

Wu Chenghe was speechless, not knowing how to explain this absurd situation.

“What’s wrong with him? Why does he seem to not know who he is?” The squad captain noticed something unusual and furrowed his brow, asking the female doctor.

“Um… Could it be a head injury?” The female doctor hesitated. “Or maybe short-term amnesia caused by excessive shock?”

“Give him a checkup,” the squad captain said solemnly, then bowed to Wu Chenghe and said, “Hello, Mr. Charlie, I’m squad captain Ivanov of the Voyager Army Cavalry Fleet. This is the flagship of the ‘Scout’ Fleet. The public starship ‘Mayflower’ you were on has unfortunately crashed, but my fleet and I will ensure your safety and ensure that you are returned to Commander Hannibal.”

“…” Wu Chenghe struggled to swallow his saliva and said, “Th-Thank you.”

“It seems like you’re having some memory problems, Mr. Charlie,” the female doctor said sympathetically. “I’m Ava, the flight surgeon of the Scout fleet. I think we should check your brain to see if there’s any injury.”

My brain is fine, I just changed souls… Wu Chenghe quickly thought about how to make people believe that he was the real Charlie Simpson, not crazy, not neurotic, and definitely not possessed — he didn’t want to be sent to a research institution for dissection.

“Sorry, my head feels a bit unclear,” Wu Chenghe quickly pretended to be weak, holding his forehead, “I don’t know what happened. I woke up from the hibernation pod feeling strange, and I can’t remember some things from before.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Charlie,” Ava said sympathetically, “Maybe it’s just temporary amnesia. There have been cases like this before, where unexpected incidents during the awakening process can stimulate the patient’s brain.”

Indeed, it’s quite stimulating, too stimulating… Following Ava’s instructions, Wu Chenghe lay down on a metal platform about half a meter wide, and a rainbow bridge appeared, scanning his head back and forth. After a few minutes, a complex table appeared on one side of the platform.

Some of the parameters in the table were familiar to Wu Chenghe, while others were unheard of. Ava stared at the table, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper, before saying, “I can’t see any problems. There are some abnormal fluctuations in the memory area, but they’re not significant.” She closed the device and said to Wu Chenghe, “Maybe it’s just temporary amnesia caused by the interruption of hibernation. It shouldn’t be pathological. Your brain is undamaged.”

Wu Chenghe could only agree with her, “You make sense. Maybe it will recover after a while.”

Ivanov comforted him, “Yes, don’t worry. By the way, please allow me to connect you with Commander Hannibal using your pass. I think he must be very worried about your safety.”

“Um… okay.” Wu Chenghe felt extremely guilty, but there was no reason to refuse this request. He watched as Ivanov placed the special pass, allegedly signed by his father, in his left palm. A few seconds later, a lifelike three-dimensional holographic projection appeared beside him.

It was a middle-aged woman with a stern face, blonde hair, and blue eyes, wearing a black suit dress with a winged lion badge on her left chest. Her voice was also icy, “Please state your name, Captain.”

“Commander!” Ivanov stood at attention and saluted. “I’m squad captain Ivanov of the Scout Fleet flagship, paying respects to you on behalf of the fleet.”

“At ease, squad captain,” the middle-aged woman said. “I am Yuna, Commander Hannibal’s first secretary. You are currently using Mr. Charlie Simpson’s special pass. Is there a problem with him?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ivanov said, “Mr. Charlie was on the ‘Mayflower’ public starship attacked by the Free Revolutionary Army. It has crashed, and my fleet happened to be passing by, rescuing all passengers on board, including Mr. Charlie Simpson.”

Upon hearing that the Mayflower had crashed, Yuna was instantly stunned, with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I’m going to be executed by my superiors.’ Later, when she heard that Wu Chenghe was still alive, her icy expression immediately warmed up. “That’s great, squad captain. On behalf of Commander Hannibal, thank you sincerely! Is Mr. Charlie Simpson injured?”

“He was shot in the shoulder, but it is not serious. However, because the hijackers forcibly terminated deep-sea hibernation, his brain was stimulated, and he seems to have amnesia. My doctor has examined him, and his brain is undamaged. This situation should be temporary.” 

Yuna immediately said, “Squad Captain Ivanov, Mr. Charlie’s identity is noble, and the fleet’s conditions are limited. Please, do not treat him without authorization.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Alright, thank you, squad captain. I will inform Commander Hannibal of this matter, and he will surely commend you. Since Mr. Charlie’s whereabouts have been leaked, please immediately escort him personally back to Gabriel Military Harbor.” Yuna nodded, emphasizing, “Please ensure his safety at all costs. He is very important to the Commander.”

“Yes!” Ivanov saluted seriously, apparently holding Commander Hannibal in the highest regard. “I swear it with my life!”

The call ended, and Wu Chenghe now completely believed he was the second-generation official. But… “You just said Commander Hannibal has only one son, who is participating in the interstellar baseball league today. Then who am I?”

“Um, sorry, I don’t know about the Commander’s personal matters.” Ivanov looked slightly embarrassed. “You’ll have to ask the Commander himself or wait until you remember.”

“Oh…” Wu Chenghe instantly imagined a bunch of melodramatic scenarios about “illegitimate children,” “godsons,” and “secret lovers,” saying, “Then I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t dwell on it too much, Mr. Charlie. Overthinking can lead to disability.” Ivanov wiped his sweat silently, showing no curiosity about the Commander’s family secrets. Joking aside, that would be suicidal, even for a race as combative as theirs, against the god-like Commander…

Ivanov and Ava were busy arranging hostages and rescuing the wounded, while Wu Chenghe was placed in a separate medical pod to rest, taking the opportunity to familiarize himself with the background knowledge of this era. It turned out he had transmigrated nearly a thousand years, arriving in a highly developed Interstellar Era.

Almost nine hundred years ago, in the year 2112 AD, Earth erupted into a global biochemical frenzy. 99.99% of humanity perished in this disaster, leaving only 600,000 selected human elites who escaped the galaxy aboard six ‘Noah’s Arks’. They traveled through long-distance interstellar journeys and eventually settled on planet Dunkirk in the Υ System, establishing a unified New Federation and ushering in a new era – the first year of the Ephemeris Calendar.

In Ephemeris year 427, the Federation formed the Voyager Army and engaged in a large-scale war with the native scorpion-like creatures of the Υ System. They eventually won. Afterward, the Voyager Army expanded repeatedly, pushing the frontlines deeper into the galaxy, conquering dozens of alien colonies, and establishing over a hundred space fortresses in the vast universe.

By now, in Ephemeris year 853, the Voyager Army had developed into a behemoth almost uncontrollable by the Federation. Because the Federation government, led by the President, was too weak, the three major star generals who controlled the Voyager Army even elected a Commander-in-Chief, the legendary father of Wu Chenghe, Hannibal Simpson. He could speak to the President as an equal.

Hannibal was strong-willed and ruthless, which led to many people rising up against his dictatorial rule. The Free Revolutionary Army that hijacked the ‘Mayflower’ was one of them. However, because of the vast difference in military power, their “rebellion” activities were not even worth mentioning to the Commander, and there was no need to waste time suppressing them.

Wu Chenghe now understood the time and space he was in, and his inner shock was already earth-shattering. As an ancient human from over a thousand years ago, how could he play the role of “the coolest second-generation official of the Voyager Army”?

Why did he study medicine in his previous life? If he had known about today, he would have gone to film school instead!

Identity was already burdensome enough, but the real burden lay ahead. As more wounded were brought to the medical area, Wu Chenghe found that his “saintly halo” was becoming more and more apparent — whenever he saw someone nearby injured, he couldn’t help but go over to help. He couldn’t not go, because his body simply wouldn’t allow it!

Although he studied medicine and recited the Hippocratic Oath when he enrolled, swearing to dedicate his life to the human medical cause, please, he was also injured, and the wound on his shoulder hadn’t even healed yet. Did he really need to push himself so hard? But he just couldn’t stop, because when he stopped, he felt uncomfortable, as if saving lives had become a physiological need for him, like eating and drinking. It was something he couldn’t resist!

What kind of spirit was this?

What kind of madness was this!