A beam of light entered through the gap and reached the eyes. Ying Duo instinctively used his hand to shield it, softening the piercing brightness.
He could feel that he had slept for a long time and that his body seemed somewhat more comfortable. The recent suffering his body endured was still fresh in his memory, a past he dared not recall.
When he saw his emaciated arm and the wristband recording his name and symptoms, he vaguely realized he was no longer in Wuyang.
That's right, he had been put on a plane to the Great Tang Empire a few days ago, and he was now lying in a ward in Chang'an.
"The patient is awake." Before Ying Duo could process where he was, a beautiful nurse, who had been by his side, excitedly pressed the call button to notify the doctor.
Ying Duo was quite pleased to see such a good-looking nurse upon waking up. The torment he had suffered in recent days was overwhelming, and this pleasant sight was enough to bring him some comfort.
