TTLJDFL Chapter 1: Transmigration

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Li Jin's head was spinning, but the intense churning in his stomach quickly jolted him awake.

"Ugh—"

After vomiting out the contents of his stomach, he felt much better.

But the smell… it was awful.

Where was he?

Li Jin suspected he was dreaming. He had just gotten off work and was heading home, so how—

Wait... His car was hit by a massive truck!

Yet, apart from the nausea and weakness from what felt like a hangover, he felt no pain…

Before he could think further, a rough voice called out.

"Hey, my cart! Li Jin! Your wife is in labor, and I dragged you back from the tavern with great effort, and you just threw up all over my ox cart!"

Huh?

The bumpiness beneath him and the unpleasant smells around him confirmed something had indeed happened.

The man in front of him was tall and burly, but his face had an unhealthy, malnourished yellowish tone.

Li Jin was utterly confused. Who was this person? What was he talking about?

"Damn it, Li Jin, I give up on you! Gambling and drinking are more important than your wife and child, huh? Your wife—"

The man paused, his expression turning sympathetic as he looked at Li Jin, who still reeked of alcohol.

"Even though he's… well, that, people like him have an even harder time giving birth. But he's still your legitimate spouse, and not being by his side right now is just heartless."

Li Jin instinctively pushed up his frameless glasses—but nothing was there.

His eyesight?!

This wasn't his body!

As for the part about his "wife being that," he hadn't caught the meaning clearly.

Still dizzy, Li Jin leaned against the side of the ox cart, trying to process everything. He pinched himself repeatedly to confirm that this was real and not a dream.

The moment that truck hit, he was sure he wouldn’t survive.

Yet now, for some inexplicable reason, he was inside the body of a man named "Li Jin," who had presumably died from alcohol poisoning.

Though he couldn't fully accept it yet—having lost his original 29-year-old body—at least he was still alive.

Since he had no deep attachments in his previous life, he figured he might as well embrace the extra years granted to him.

"My wife is giving birth? How long has she been in labor?" Li Jin asked, catching onto the key point.

"He started feeling contractions when I left for town. It's been about an hour now," the man replied. Seeing Li Jin's calm reaction, he was even more exasperated.

Li Jin, however, remained unfazed. He might be new to this life, but he was an obstetrician.

He had seen countless of births, and he knows there was still some time left in delivery, so there was no need to rush it.

But while Li Jin stayed composed, the burly man was anxious. He cracked his whip against the ox.

The cart jolted more violently.

Li Jin nearly felt like his already-weak body would fall apart.

Ah… he missed his well-built physique and six-pack abs from his previous life.

And the strangest part?

A lifelong bachelor like him had transmigrated and, on his very first day, acquired a wife and child.

The feeling was… indescribably bizarre.

Within three cups of tea time, they arrived at what could barely be called a house.

Calling it "poverty-stricken" would be an understatement.

The courtyard fence was falling apart, yet the yard itself was surprisingly clean—something that gave Li Jin a bit of comfort.

The main house’s door was tightly shut, giving Li Jin an inexplicable sense of desolation.

As a doctor, he never liked family members constantly asking questions, but now that his "wife" was giving birth, there wasn’t a single person in the courtyard.

The original "Li Jin" was even drinking in town—he must have been a completely unreliable person.

Li Jin instinctively wanted to push the door open, but without having bathed or disinfected, going in now would only increase the risk of infection.

The burly man who brought him back was busy as well—he still had to farm and transport local goods to town. Dropping Li Jin off at the doorstep was already a great kindness.

"Thank you, I’ll remember this favor," Li Jin said.

"Huh? This doesn’t sound like you at all," the man replied, surprised. "Anyway, I won’t say much—just pray that your wife delivers safely, and take good care of your child and spouse in the future!"

"I will," Li Jin responded.

He stood at the door for a while, listening. There was no screaming inside, only hushed voices, which meant labor hadn’t reached the critical stage yet.

He went to what appeared to be the kitchen and started heating water. He needed to clean himself up first—most new mothers preferred their husbands to be present after childbirth, and right now, he smelled awful.

Once the water was ready, Li Jin faced a problem—there was no proper place to bathe.

This house was too small, with uneven dirt floors and a truly rustic countryside feel.

The toilet was just a simple latrine pit—not a place for washing up. In the end, he had no choice but to make do in the kitchen.

As he washed, he examined his new body.

The height was decent—he estimated about 1.8 meters—but he was alarmingly thin.

His pale chest revealed starkly visible ribs.

"What a weakling… completely drained by alcohol and gambling," Li Jin muttered.

In his past life, even with exhausting night shifts as a doctor, he had still maintained a strong, fit body.

He had always feared suddenly dying of overwork one day.

Ironically, he hadn’t collapsed from exhaustion but had instead been hit by a truck.

Still, he was alive again—granted a second chance.

That thought helped him adjust his mindset. He even washed his hair, though he found the long locks cumbersome. But in this era, he had no choice but to follow tradition.

Now clean, another issue arose—he had no fresh clothes.

Li Jin realized he had been an idiot—he should have found clothes before bathing.

As a doctor, he had always been a bit of a clean freak. The thought of putting on his old, filthy clothes disgusted him.

What now? Wrap himself in a towel and sprint back?

That idea lasted all of one second before he dismissed it.

Even if his "wife" was alone inside, the door was surely locked. Besides, he wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Just as he was debating his options, he noticed a hint of white fabric peeking out from under the stove.

Could it be clothes?

Unlike other transmigrators, he had no memories from the original owner of this body—he was completely in the dark.

Still, given the household’s poverty, these clothes were unlikely to belong to anyone else.

He pulled them out and put them on. They fit well, though the fabric was stiff and rough.

The faint scent of soapberry on the cloth was comforting.

The attire was traditional—two overlapping panels fastened with a tie. After struggling a bit, he managed to secure it properly.

He left his old clothes soaking in water, but with no soapberry in sight, he couldn’t wash them just yet.

After a bath and some fresh air, his drunkenness had almost completely faded.

Finally, Li Jin stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Inside, the hushed voices and occasional gasps of pain abruptly stopped.

A dead silence fell over the room.

Li Jin could guess why—given the original owner's reputation, they probably feared he’d come back drunk and cause trouble.

He spoke clearly, "It’s me, Li Jin. I’m back. If you need help, just call for me."

Still, silence.

To reassure them, Li Jin deliberately made heavy footsteps as he walked away.

Though he and the person inside were strangers, that was still the original Li Jin’s wife—carrying the original Li Jin’s child.

Abandoning them now would feel wrong.

Turning toward the entrance, he noticed a group of men playing chess and smoking nearby.

Not Go, but Xiangqi—Chinese chess.

Li Jin still wasn’t sure what dynasty this was, but at least Xiangqi existed.

This was a perfect opportunity to gather information.

The men noticed him approaching and eyed him with undisguised contempt.

Li Jin knew why—he was weak, couldn’t even farm his own land, and forced his pregnant husband to work under the scorching sun.

The original Li Jin would usually slink away, afraid of provoking them.

But today, Li Jin walked right up and stood behind one of the players, silently observing the game.

The man furrowed his brows. "Zhang Laosan, you’re being unfair! You’ve already put me in check?"

Zhang Laosan grinned. "You old fox, you were the one who came up with this tricky move to trouble us. I just managed to solve it—now, pay up!"

The first man protested, "Hold on! I can figure out a way to break your setup!"

But after a few minutes, he still couldn’t come up with a solution…

Zhang Laosan chuckled. "Look at you. I’m not trying to rush you, but everyone’s about to go have lunch. If you keep stalling, you’ll be holding up the meal—and we still have to plow the fields this afternoon."

The frustrated man declared, "Whoever can solve this move, I’ll give them a hen and ten eggs!"

At that moment, a clear, confident voice came from behind.

"I can solve it."

Li Jin’s household was truly poor—all their money had probably been spent on the original owner's drinking.

He had been worried that if his wife’s labor dragged on, they might be too exhausted to push in the final stage. But now, with a hen and eggs, he could make nourishing soup for them.

As soon as he spoke, both men looked up at him in surprise.

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