Thursday evening.
When Qing Jiao awoke again, he found himself lying on a makeshift operating table.
He was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and any movement of his limbs caused pain.
"It's been tough on you, Jessica, Classmate Mo."
"Zhang, don't worry, both Mo, the forensic doctor, and I are professionals; he's no longer in danger."
"Alas, I've been stitching up corpses recently. My hands are a little heavy, and I'm not sure if the wound is stitched well."
Qing Jiao heard the voices of one male and two females.
They were unfamiliar to him; likely, they were not people he knew.
Moments later, a blonde beauty shone a flashlight into his pupils.
"Um, he's awake, it looks like his consciousness has also returned."
Qing Jiao felt himself being lifted up, and then, a male face gradually became clear in his line of sight.
"You are..."
"My name is Zhang Wei. We've probably met before, haven't we, Mr. Jiang?"
