Feeling as if his head was splitting open, Li Huowang struggled to crack his eyes open a sliver. "Sure enough, trying to virtualize a Heart Pan is still way too much for me right now."
"If I want Zhuge Yuan to act like Peng Longteng and help me, I'll probably need to reach Great Accomplishment in Cultivation of Truth."
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Li Huowang forced himself to sit up. After shaking his aching head hard, he strained his eyes open and asked, "Brother Zhuge, sorry, I blacked out after that, didn't see---"
Li Huowang caught sight of the doctors in white coats gathered around him; his words cut off abruptly.
When he saw, stunned, that he was strapped down to a medical apparatus, he finally grasped what was going on. "I... I'm back again?"
"Li Huowang? Li Huowang? Look at my fingers—how many is this?" Three fingers wavered before Li Huowang's face.
"Three?"
"Very good. Looks like this time the stronger electroconvulsive therapy finally made you wake up."
