"What's... what's wrong with my head?"
After a brief silence, Mikhail no longer struggled to sit up. Instead, he glanced at the various tubes connected to him and then focused on his own vision. At this moment, he only had his left eye remaining, which looked like an unstable camera signal, continuously streaming incomprehensible currents and flickers.
He struggled to lift his right hand, touched the eye socket hit by Master Tao, where a microcomputer originally inserted had been removed by Michael. The surrounding skin that had burst open was entirely stitched up, and even the grown peach blossom branches were meticulously cleaned. However, he still felt the touch of his facial skin was quite different from before.
