He didn't know how long he had slept. When Wang Longhu slowly opened his eyes, he saw that everything around him was pure white.
White walls, white sheets, white ceiling.
The air was filled with a faint smell of diluted disinfectant.
"You're awake?"
A voice filled with some joy suddenly came from beside his ear. Wang Longhu turned his head, just to see Hong Wentai, dressed in blue and white striped hospital clothes, with several layers of gauze bandaging his head, slowly savoring an apple.
"Master Hong, you're still alive." Wang Longhu calmed himself, saying hoarsely.
"What are you saying? If anyone is to die, it would be Guo Yansong before me. He was hurt far worse than I was, nearly had his guts ripped out," Hong Wentai said irritably, scrolling through Douyin with one hand.
The name Guo Yansong initially didn't ring a bell for Wang Longhu, but he quickly realized Hong Wentai was referring to the big monk's real name.
