Gao Yuan finally opened his eyes.
He felt a bit uncomfortable, with a sore back and a slight headache, but it was the kind of headache that comes from sleeping too long.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Gao Yuan saw an old man standing in front of his bed; behind the old man was a large group of people in white lab coats.
"He's really awake?"
"How miraculous, his heart rate hasn't changed at all."
Gao Yuan sat up and looked around in confusion, "What happened to me? Am I injured or sick?"
Feeling fine, but observing that he was clearly in a hospital room, Gao Yuan dared not assume that he was truly okay.
"You're not sick; you just suffered some internal injuries."
The old man spoke, and Gao Yuan felt an urge to laugh, thinking about the possibility of having an internal injury that could lead to cultivation deviation or something similar.
"Come, don't just sit there, get up and walk around."
