The chirping of birds outside the window woke Zhang Tie up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a cozy beige ceiling. A snow white quilt was covering him. Smelling the familiarly sterile environment, Zhang Tie immediately understood where he was.
He was lying in a hospital!
The moment Zhang Tie wanted to sit up by supporting himself with his hands, the pain on his left shoulder and abdomen made him grit his teeth at once, which reminded him of the two bolts before he fell to the ground at school.
'F*ck!'
Zhang Tie winced as he swore.
The wound on his abdomen was not very painful. In contrast, he was much more pained by the hollow where his chest connected with his shoulder.
Opening his quilt, Zhang Tie took a look at his body. Previously he felt excited about not having to be a mummy anymore, unexpectedly, he was now wrapped in even more gauze than last time.
'Is this the aftermath of the nickname Mummy?'
