However, that was the original owner.
But this day, because he had followed the men of the house to help, and his nutrition couldn't keep up, he suddenly collapsed on the side of the road.
When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into the male lead of a fanfic, a soul from another world.
"Brother Cong, Brother Cong! How are you? Should we call a doctor?"
Jia Huan and Jia Cong had a good relationship, reporting daily to Ningguo's Mansion, and they always traveled together.
When Jia Cong fell, Jia Huan was terrified. If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing the mourning hall and getting punished by the adults, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs.
It was still his sidekick and cheap uncle, Zhao Guoji, who picked up Jia Cong and temporarily settled him in a guest room.
Zhao Guoji fiercely pinched Jia Cong's philtrum for a while, thinking that if he couldn't wake him up, he'd then figure out a way to send someone to fetch a doctor.
