Everywhere Chu Ge's eyes fell was unfamiliar, all things no one in his own era had ever seen. "You're saying… what I'm seeing now is already three thousand years later?"
As a battle general of his time, he naturally understood that only constant progress could make a country more prosperous and powerful. It was just that, suddenly jumping three thousand years ahead, he really couldn't adapt or accept it for the time being.
"Yes." Wen Zaao nodded, then said, "Alright, all those questions in your head can wait. Right now I'm going to call a nurse to give you an injection. You're injured, you have to get an injection for the inflammation."
When Chu Ge heard the word "injection," his brows knit, instinctively rejecting it. "No need. Those women harbor impure intentions toward this Prince! They only want to use 'treating' this Prince as an excuse to get close! Besides, this little wound doesn't affect this Prince in the slightest!"
