Bi Fang opened his eyes; no longer was he met with the black sky, but a dim grey ceiling that should have been white, with only a dim wall lamp lighting the room.
His head hurt, his legs ached, and when he reached up to touch his head, he found it bandaged, his mouth uncomfortably dry. It was then that he heard several familiar voices shouting.
"He's awake!"
"He's woken up!"
"Doctor! Bi Fang is awake!"
A crowd of people, seeing Bi Fang open his eyes, shouted excitedly. Elvan even came forward and grasped Bi Fang's hand tightly.
"Elvan, Lenin, Wang...CEO Wang?"
Bi Fang turned his neck, stiff as if rusted, towards the sources of the voices, eyeing the plump figure by his bed with skepticism. How could Wang Yongbo be here?
It seemed that every time he got injured and woke up in the hospital, Wang Yongbo would be there to greet him—utterly unexpected. Even if Yao Jun were here, it wouldn't be this surprising.