Thanks to the robust constitution that Li Lin had painstakingly trained to its limits in the past, Roland began to show signs of consciousness as soon as the effects of the anesthesia wore off.
His eyelids jittered in slight convulsions before he slowly opened his eyes to see a ceiling excessively clean, almost pathologically white.
"Where is this..."
He uttered a dry murmur from his parched throat. He had fallen into high fever and unconsciousness not long after the shipwreck, with no recollection of what had happened since then.
He had no idea when or by whom he had been moved to this place.
He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't budge. Initially he assumed the effects of the anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, but soon a chilling sensation from his lower body solemnly declared a very unfavorable situation.
Underneath the thin white sheet was a young boy whose hands, feet, waist, and stomach we're all restrained by belts.
"Oh, you're already awake?"
