After his deep slumber, he woke up in the same place the first time he opened his eyes after transmigrating into this world. Beeping machines and a white background, pungent smell and disinfectant.
His eyes met the high plain white ceiling. He narrowed his line of sight and turned to his left, he saw a small tube connecting to his arms. He felt a little sting when he tried to move his hands.
Yuxian was blinded when the thin curtain was blown by the wind, letting the rays of the noon sun hit his face. The bed he was laying down was beside the window.
"Ngh…" Yuxian groaned when he tried to twist his body to the other side of the bed. He was literally going to sit up, but the pressure from his back wasn't enough to support him so he needed his other hand.
