"Jiang Che, are you okay?" Xiong Jie stood at the doorway, casting a glance at the motionless Jiang Che, then at the doctors and nurses bustling outside.
Jiang Che stiffly turned to look at him, nodding afterward.
Jiang Che gazed around, appearing lost and bewildered.
"Are we back at the hospital?" He looked at Xiong Jie in confusion, thinking that Xiong Jie and the others took him back to the hospital when he lost consciousness.
"You don't know?" Xiong Jie looked at Jiang Che with a complicated expression.
"I only know that after I started deploying the anchor points, it felt like I entered a layer of deep dream." Jiang Che described the things he saw in the dream.
The world in the dream was somewhat void, shrouded in a layer of hazy mist—gray and heavy, with every inch covered by the oppressive fog.
In the dream, he couldn't see anything; it felt as though his eyes were glued shut.
He tried hard to open his eyes, to see more.
