Zheng Qing opened his eyes.
Before him was a vast expanse of white.
Just like the image in his mind.
He sniffed, and a scent mixing disinfectant, herbal concoctions, and free magic permeated his nostrils, instantly activating buried memories within him.
Ah, he's back again.
The school hospital.
It felt as familiar and reassuring as returning home—
"You're awake?"
A crisp voice sounded beside his ear, interrupting his internal monologue.
Zheng Qing turned his head and saw a young witch in a white robe, holding a notepad, looking at him with surprise from the bedside: "—The therapists just left. I forgot to record your skin color, so I came back! I didn't expect you'd be awake already! Merlin bless... Miss Bella was considering inserting a catheter for you... Hold on, don't be anxious, I'll go get Lady Bella... Don't worry, it's not to insert a catheter."
The little nurse chattered away without giving the warlock a chance to speak.
