Two days later, when Wang Zhiying opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a soft hospital bed. A bouquet of fresh flowers was placed by the head of the bed, and their scent was refreshing.
"Where is this? How did I end up here?" A flash of confusion crossed Wang Zhiying's eyes. She remembered being saved by that man?
Once she regained consciousness, Wang Zhiying noticed her original clothes had been replaced by a loose white outfit.
"Who... changed my clothes!" A thin trace of anger appeared on Wang Zhiying's face. But upon realizing the emptiness in her Dantian, a hint of helplessness surfaced on her face, though her Dantian was not damaged, it would take at least a month to recover.
"You're awake?" At this moment, a girl wearing a nurse uniform walked in: "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. I thought you would be unconscious for a long time."
