A few hours passed before Xu Jing slowly regained consciousness. His eyelids fluttered open, but his vision was still blurry. He lay there, trying to make sense of where he was. Slowly, he recognized the familiar surroundings of his luxurious bedroom. The soft, silk sheets beneath him and the grandeur of the space told him he was home, but something was off.
His body felt heavy, weighed down, and when he turned his head to the side, he noticed an IV bag hooked to his left arm. His arm throbbed with a dull pain as the clear liquid made its way into his bloodstream. The discomfort irritated him, and he absentmindedly pulled at the needle, causing blood to spurt from the small wound.
