A week after the drug trial, on the seventh morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, Chloe Collins jerked awake in bed, drenched in sweat, her hands subconsciously clamping over her ears.
In her dream, she had been chased by thousands of monks chanting sutras, which was disturbingly annoying. She had tried to dodge them everywhere, but in the end she could not escape their 'Five Finger Mountain', like the Monkey King being suppressed under a mountain.
Once suppressed, those thousands of monks each raised a Buddha's hand, read sutras incessantly with intense gazes, and the buzzing sound roared in her head, almost driving her mad.
She woke up abruptly, sat dazed for a while, then her vacant eyes suddenly refocused, tensing slightly.
Not long after, she became accustomed to it, turned on the light, opened the drawer next to her, and found the hearing aid she hadn't used for a week and put it on.
After putting it on, she frowned slightly, not being fully satisfied.