This was probably a statement of the obvious, but the Nest Hospital was not a good place to recover from an illness.
In fact, besides being an excellent place to experience all sorts of novel ways to die, the Nest Hospital was probably not a good place for anything at all.
Fu Tailan lay on the hospital bed. The moment he heard the ward door being slowly pushed open, his eyes snapped open.
The bed curtain was still drawn tightly around him, forming a small, pale blue world where he was the only inhabitant, with the white ceiling as its sky. He fumbled for his phone under the pillow and glanced at it.
November 25, 2026, 0:00, No Signal. 'Right on time.'
Even though he was gravely injured, groggy, and in terrible condition, he had successfully survived another day.
One day left—only one day left.
