Muyang closed his eyes, and in his ears came the sounds of chaos. There were footsteps, painful cries, gasping coughs, and even low sobs. In his nose was a pungent smell, a mixture of medicinal odors, blood, and sweat.

  Muyang's eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and he opened his eyes with effort. What entered his vision was a high vaulted ceiling, on which were exquisite murals painted in bright colors - Jesus Christ, holy light, white clouds, angels... Right above Muyang's head were two winged angels holding hands and flying joyfully.

  "Where is this?" Murong Yang couldn't help but wonder, but judging from the appearance, it seemed to be a church.

  He wanted to look around, just as he was about to lift his head, he felt an unbearable pain all over his body, which made him stop lifting his head immediately.

  "It really hurts, this body seems to be injured, and it's not a light injury."

  Muyang didn't dare make any big movements, and gently turned his neck to observe the situation around him.

  Row upon row of beds, on which lay a multitude of soldiers. It must be summer now, for many were dressed in nothing but a single thin garment or even lay bare-chested; almost all had bandages wrapped around their bodies. The cries that had just been heard came from the mouths of these wounded soldiers lying in bed.

  The one closest to Mu Yang was a soldier of about thirty years old, with a bandage wrapped around his head. His head was swathed in gauze, with only one eye exposed, and the thick bandage outside had already seeped out bright red bloodstains.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, saw Mu Yang looking over, and lightly pursed his lips at Mu Yang. This should be a smile, but his somewhat dry lips and the bloodstains on his face that had not been wiped clean made this smile look somewhat bitter.

  Muyang also returned a smile, but I guess this smile wouldn't look too good either. Then Muyang struggled to turn his head back, closing his eyes.

  At this time, a stream of information entered Moyang's mind, causing Moyang to immediately understand all the circumstances of this body. Moyang discovered that this soul-wearing was even more thorough than the one in the scene world, and he not only knew the current situation but also inherited all the memories, knowledge, and abilities of this body. It seems that the soul-wearing in the scene world can only be considered a simplified version.

  Joseph Williams, a major in the British Army, scion of a declining baronial family in England, was originally a student at Cambridge University Medical College, just about to graduate when the European war broke out. Joseph Williams felt that his chance had come and resolutely enlisted in the army.

  Because he had a degree and was of noble birth, he was promoted to second lieutenant during training. In the wars of the following years, he participated in many battles, fortunately, he survived, and was promoted to major, now he is only 27 years old.

  It is now June 1918, just a few days ago, the German army launched another large-scale offensive on the Western Front. Joseph Williams led his soldiers to defend a section of trenches. A shell exploded next to him, fortunately, Joseph Williams was not killed by the explosion, only had several wounds on his shoulders and thighs, but they were not serious. What's more serious is that he was stunned by the shell at that time, and now his body feels as uncomfortable as being dismembered.

  It's already a blessing from God, because several soldiers next to Joseph Williams were directly blown up on the spot, but he was lucky enough to survive. It has to be said that miracles are everywhere on the battlefield.

  Now, Mu Yang only felt that his whole body was sore and had no strength at all. He suspected that Joseph Williams' internal organs were shaken out of place by the shell, otherwise it wouldn't be so painful.

  Muyang had never experienced such suffering before. From childhood to adulthood, the most severe injury he had ever sustained was a scrape from falling while playing soccer, which could be cured with just a dab of red medicine and would heal in two days at most. But now, the pain and discomfort all over his body made Muyang want to travel back in time and never come back again.

  Muyang turned his head again with great difficulty, using an extremely weak and hoarse voice to speak to the soldier sitting on the edge of the bed with half of his face bandaged: "Can you help me call a doctor? I'm in agony all over, help me get an injection of painkiller."

  Of course, Mu Yang is using English, but we automatically translate it into Chinese here. Moreover, Mu Yang has also inherited all the memories of this body, including language, so his current English is much better than what Mu Yang himself could speak, at least without the accent of a foreigner speaking a foreign language.

  "Sir, are you uncomfortable? I'll go get the nurse for you right away. And sir, my name is Shawn Brown, you can call me Shawn."

  "Mm." Mu Yang was really out of energy and could only respond with a nasal sound, which counted as an acknowledgement.

  Receiving Mu Yang's reply, Xiao En felt very happy and got up to find the nurse with a limp. Mu Yang really didn't know that Xiao En's leg was also injured, but he didn't see any bandages.

  Before long, a nurse followed Sean to Moyang's bedside.

  The nurse had a head of chestnut-colored long hair, tied back with a card to the back of her ear, and wore a nurse's cap on her head, looking very neat.

  "Major Joseph, you're awake, how are you feeling?" The nurse asked warmly as she leaned in closer.

  "My whole body hurts." Murong Yang replied with difficulty, because now every time he said a word, his chest and abdomen would feel painful, even breathing was difficult.

  "This is normal, the bomb exploded less than a meter away from you and your body was injured by the shockwave. You're already very lucky to have only a few external injuries that aren't serious. Your current situation can only be treated with rest, but it will get better soon, it's just going to hurt for the next few days." The pretty nurse explained.

  "Can you give me a painkiller shot?" Mu Yang didn't want to keep hurting like this.

  "Anesthetic injection, are you referring to a pain-relieving medication, is it heroin?" the nurse asked in confusion.

  When Mu Yang heard the nurse's words, he suddenly realized that it was now 1918, and medicine had not yet developed. Even sulfonamides had not been produced at that time, and heroin was being sold as a special medicine. Compared to later generations, the current medical technology could only be considered an infant who was still crawling slowly.

  "Heroin is also okay." Mu Yang didn't care if he would get addicted later, first get through this difficult time.

  "I'm afraid Major Joseph, the painkiller is all used up. We've had too many wounded soldiers lately and are short on supplies. You'll just have to wait a bit." The nurse shrugged helplessly.

  "How long until there is medicine?"

  "It'll probably take about a week to get it back, but by then, I reckon you won't need painkillers anymore." The pretty nurse finally flashed a playful smile.

  Mu Yang felt depressed, isn't this forcing oneself to resort to cheating?

  "Alright, I think I'll get through this tough time," said Mu Yang.

  "You are a strong person, good luck." The nurse said and turned around to leave.

  Xiao En sat beside him, watching as the nurse walked away. Meeting Mu Yang's gaze, Xiao En once again showed him a half-smile.

  Mu Yang didn't have the leisure to care about him, directly turned his head around and closed his eyes.