Li Pan opened his eyes and stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Boss, you're awake,"
Shiranui Muko peeked over from the side of the bed,
"You've sweated quite a bit, you're all drenched. Does your wound still hurt?"
Li Pan slowly came to his senses,
"...No, I'm fine, just had a nightmare."
The intelligent assistant conducted a self-check and confirmed that indeed there was nothing wrong. After all, he had only been shot once, and modern medicine—or rather, the doctors in Night City—were best at treating gunshot wounds. Not only had the nanorobots repaired and regenerated the wound, but they had even grafted skin, leaving no scar visible.
"A nightmare?"
Shiranui Muko leaned in closer, pressing her bosom, struggling to stay inside her tight formal wear, against his face,
"What did you dream about?"
Li Pan opened his mouth, but in the end, just shook his head,
"...Nothing much, just that I had an exam and there were many practice questions I hadn't done."
