After who knows how long, Zhang Yuan woke up from deep sleep, sweating profusely. The first thing he saw were his companions, Zhao Qingfeng and Chen Mu.
They were all gathered around the hospital bed, looking at him with concern.
It was extremely difficult for him to blink, and he twisted his head around, taking in the surroundings, which were bathed in milky-white light. There was a medical instrument next to his pillow, displaying various parameters, and a female doctor winked at him.
He recognized this room—it was the embassy of humans at the Huantai Interstellar Trading Market.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. It seemed that seven days had passed since "that day".
How could he have been unconscious for so long?
Zhang Yuan slowly regained his composure from that anxious state. His head felt slightly foggy, and the world in front of him felt surreal...
It was like falling from the high throne of a divine temple down to the mortal world.
