Xu Shenghua gradually awakened and noticed that he was lying on the sickbed. There was a warm, wet towel on his forehead, which felt like splitting. There seemed to be millions and millions of voices screaming in his mind, ringing beside his ears.
His head was on the verge of exploding, the splitting pain making him want for nothing more than to chop his head off and kick it as far away as possible!
He couldn't resist groaning, and Jing Yan's voice came from outside, "Young Master is awake?"
She hurried over, bringing with her a medicinal smell. She looked at him in surprise and delight.
"I've lost." Xu Shenghua had a stupefied expression.
Jing Yan immediately said, "Young Master has slept for a very long time, I'm brewing some medicine for you…"
"How long have I been asleep? Where is this place?" Xu Shenghua asked with a muddled head as the sound of his heart beating boomed in his mind.
