Feeling as if his head were about to split open, Li Huowang struggled to force his eyes open a sliver. Just as I thought. Trying to virtualize a Heart Pan is still far too draining for me right now.
If I want Zhuge Yuan to intervene and help me like Peng Longteng did, I'll probably need to reach the Great Accomplishment stage of my Cultivation of Truth.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Li Huowang forced himself to sit up. He shook his splitting head hard, then strained his eyes open and asked, "Brother Zhuge, my apologies. I passed out back there. I didn't see—"
Li Huowang's words cut off abruptly as he took in the white-coated doctors surrounding him.
When he saw, stunned, that he was strapped to a medical device, he finally understood. "I... I'm back again?"
"Li Huowang? Li Huowang? Look at my fingers. How many am I holding up?" Three fingers waved in front of Li Huowang's face.
"Three?"
