The familiar smell of disinfectant, the clatter of medical instruments and carts and stainless steel colliding woke Nie Qingzhou up. He blinked, disoriented, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if it was a lifetime ago.
“Awake? You’re alright, just overtired. You hit your head when you fainted, so you got a mild concussion. Just go home and stay in bed.” The doctor in a white coat spoke to him. His voice was buzzing, as if it came from another world.
Nie Qingzhou sat up from the bed, holding his forehead. His mind felt sluggish, taking a moment to process before he suddenly reacted and asked the doctor, “Doctor, who brought me here?”