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In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

The assessment report regarding Hu Long's condition finally yielded results.

The final evaluation indicated that his condition was trending toward stability.

He was finally granted permission to step out of that enclosed room, allowing him to walk outdoors and participate in rehabilitation activities.

The sunlight was intense, pouring down through the massive glass dome overhead.

It shone upon a lush green park located within the facility.

This was the healing garden inside the Morning Light Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center.

The surrounding high walls and colonnades were covered in a layer of green vegetation.

On the lawn, a dozen figures dressed in blue-and-white striped hospital gowns sat or lay about; some looked up at the sky, while others chased butterflies that did not exist.

On one side of the garden, a white marble fountain bubbled and flowed.

At the center of the spring stood a statue of a female angel, her wings slightly spread, her face etched with compassion.

Water droplets splashed at her feet, refracting into tiny, hazy rainbows.

In a wheelchair beside the fountain sat a figure as thin as a rail, curled up in the seat.

This person was none other than Hu Long.

Compared to before, his spirit was slightly better.

However, his frame remained gaunt and withered.

The hospital gown that had once fit him well still hung loosely on his body.

Standing behind him was a caregiver, though it was not Li Dalin, but another male caregiver in his forties.

At this moment, his hands rested on the wheelchair handles, his gaze fixed on the treetops in the distance, lost in thought.

Hu Long's body was too weak for prolonged walking, so he could only sit in the wheelchair to soak up the sun and breathe in the fresh air.

Right now, as he basked in the sunlight, he held a stack of newspapers on his lap, reading the contents intently.

Bold black characters were printed on the front.

Yu State Morning Post

Swish!

The newspaper spread open on his lap, the lead type reflecting the sunlight as his fingers turned the pages.

The content was revealed.

The headline at the top was striking:

"Moon Palace II Successfully Enters Orbit; Our Nation Takes a Key Step in Deep Space Exploration.

--Currently, it has entered the Earth-Moon transfer orbit and has transmitted the world's first 7-meter resolution full-moon map, verifying key technologies for the subsequent soft landing of Moon Palace III..."

In the bottom right corner of the report, an image of the moon was attached.

Hu Long's gaze lingered on the small print for a moment.

He turned the page.

Another piece of news occupied half the page:

"The Mobile Internet Era Has Fully Arrived: Once Again, Changing Everything.

The accompanying image was an exquisite advertisement for a silver-gray tablet computer.

--Yuanguo Company's newly released iPad is officially on sale, claiming it will redefine personal computing."

The article was long and rambling, analyzing how touch interaction would subvert tradition and how the application ecosystem would pioneer an entirely new category.

He withdrew his gaze.

Hu Long looked up.

The sunlight stung his eyes, causing him to squint.

He looked at the flowing water in the fountain, at the dazed figures on the lawn, and finally at the sliver of gray-white sky visible beyond the high walls.

After these days of sorting, comparing, and piecing together the fragments of his remaining memories, he finally had a rough outline of this world.

This place was called Earth Star.

The distribution of nations and the trajectory of civilization were shockingly similar to his homeland, which he remembered as "Earth."

And the country he was currently in was called the Yu State.

Aside from some subtle differences in the details, the technology, culture, and even the ruts of history were almost identical.

According to the newspaper, combined with the residual knowledge of the original body...

The current era is roughly equivalent to the year 2010 on Earth.

Is this a parallel world, or just a coincidence...

Thinking of this, he unconsciously rubbed the rough edge of the newspaper with his fingertips.

Even the trajectory of development overlapped to a startling degree.

He had transmigrated in 2027, a time when artificial intelligence had already begun to become widespread.

If the developmental trajectory was similar, this meant, in a way, that he possessed a certain degree of foresight. He could plan ahead, and earning some money shouldn't be a problem.

However, this held little appeal for Hu Long.

If this were a normal world, he might have done just that.

But now, those bizarre things had started to appear.

Even a fool would know that this world was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Furthermore, with the Primordial Plain Panel that allowed him to download skills at will, making money wasn't difficult for him, and the original owner's family wasn't lacking in funds either.

Therefore, this foresight was of no great use to him.

Of course, the most important point was: would this world really be as simple as it looked?

He shook his head.

Hu Long stopped overthinking and just lay quietly in his wheelchair, basking in the sun.

Watching the words "Source Value +0.01 strands" occasionally pop into his field of vision kept his mood reasonably good.

Soon, it was time for lunch.

Psychiatric patients here could generally be divided into two categories.

The first type consisted of patients in the acute phase who posed a risk of self-harm, violence, or severe agitation. For the safety of the patients themselves and others, their meals were usually delivered to their wards or specialized isolation rooms by staff, and they were not permitted to go out at all.

The focus of treatment during this period was to stabilize their condition and ensure basic safety.

The original owner had previously belonged to this category.

The second type consisted of patients whose conditions were stable and who were in the recovery phase. These patients were granted time for recreation and were encouraged to go to the cafeteria for meals.

This was an important part of their rehabilitation training.

The current Hu Long was of the second type.

Therefore, he was able to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

The cafeteria of the Morning Light Rehabilitation Center was located at the end of the first-floor corridor, behind a heavy anti-pinch door.

The door was light green, with some of the paint peeling off.

Upon entering, one was first met with a mixed odor.

Disinfectant, stewed food, and a faint, lingering scent of old grease.

The space inside was spacious with high windows fitted with fine wire mesh. The sunlight was sliced into fragmented diamonds, landing on the beige floor tiles.

The tables and chairs were plastic rows fixed to the ground.

At this moment, some patients were already sitting quietly in their respective areas, accompanied by nursing staff.

Occasionally, there was the light clatter of tableware, or someone would unconsciously hum a vague tune, which would soon fade away.

Overall, it was quite harmonious.

But this was normal; the conditions of patients evaluated as fit to dine in the cafeteria were generally quite stable.

Hu Long sat in his wheelchair, pushed by the caregiver behind him, as he moved toward the crowd.

His hands hung loosely outside the wheelchair.

From time to time, he would intentionally or unintentionally touch the patients he passed.

Because his movements were very light, these people didn't have much of a reaction.

Of course, no one would pay attention to Hu Long's behavior.

After all, it was within reason for a psychiatric patient to do anything.

And from a perspective invisible to others, lines of silver characters that only Hu Long could recognize kept appearing before his eyes.

[Target: Wu Yi]

[Skill: Painting. Sketching (Entry)]

[Size: 1.5M (Status: Available for download)]

[Classical Dance (Proficient)]

[Size: 3M (Status: Available for download)]

[Target: Liu Zhi]

[Skills: None]

[Target: Song Guohua]

[Skills: Go (Proficient)]

[Size: 4M (Status: Downloadable)]