Three days passed!
Inside the heavily guarded medical tent, time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Bai Zihan lay motionless upon the jade platform, his breathing faint but steady, surrounded by layers of protective formations and faint medicinal fragrances.
His fingers twitched.
Barely perceptible.
Then—
"Argh!"
A hoarse, pained groan escaped his lips.
Pain crashed into him like a tidal wave.
It was everywhere.
In his limbs.
In his chest.
In his bones.
Even drawing a single breath felt like dragging shattered glass through his lungs.
Bai Zihan's eyelids fluttered open.
Blurry light flooded his vision.
His head throbbed violently, memories slow and fragmented, refusing to align.
"Where… am I…?"
His voice was weak, dry, almost unrecognizable.
He tried to move.
Instant regret.
A sharp surge of agony ripped through his body, forcing a strained gasp from his lips as he collapsed back onto the platform.
His mind reeled.
Images surfaced one after another.
His pupils shrank.
