"Huff... puff, huff... puff..."
The young man lying in bed suddenly opened his eyes, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, his eyes bulging, as if waking from a terrifying nightmare.
The incandescent lamp above his head flickered blindingly.
Apart from that.
There were a few faces wearing white masks, hovering above, staring directly down at him.
Was the nightmare not over yet?
The young man closed his eyes and then opened them again, everything remained the same, the visual palette still so cold and quiet.
It was clear.
This was not a dream.
Or rather.
Everything in his "dream" was not a dream either.
A person in a white mask glanced at the device next to him and then nodded.
Subsequently, the faces hovering above the young man gradually moved away.
The young man opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but was unable to make any sound; it turned out his face was covered with an oxygen mask.
