Slowly opening his eyes, Qu Zian looked at the scene in front of him in a blur, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to get up, he felt as if his head had been hit with a wooden stick, resulting in a dull pain.
Groaning softly, Qu Zian leaned back on the pillow, breathing heavily, his mind blank for a moment.
Squeak—
The room door was slowly pushed open, Qu Zian turned his head and stared blankly, only to see a man in a white lab coat standing at the door. He paused slightly, then turned to someone behind him and said, "Go tell Young Master Ji, he's awake."
Saying this, Qu Zian saw the man step towards him, then slightly bent down, waved to him, and said, "Hello, are you feeling any discomfort?"
Discomfort...?
Qu Zian frowned slightly and hoarsely said, "My head really hurts..."
The doctor straightened up knowingly, "That's normal, after all, you were knocked out cold with a stick, it'd be strange if it didn't hurt. Anything else?"
"Like..."
