It's so heavy...

It's so heavy...

The eyelids are really heavy.......

Ning Qing struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and a dazzling light penetrated into his brain through the gap between his eyes, stirring his consciousness into a slurry.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and the extreme discomfort of the light pulled him back from the edge of the cliff.

It's hard to feel ...

It's really hard!!

This was the most intuitive feeling in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his arm to block this damn light.

Long

The body still didn't react, didn't follow the instructions of the brain to make any movements, there was no feedback at all, and the dazzling light was still like a sharp thorn in his pupils.

Am I losing control of my body?

Damn it!

Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on???

It was like a wild beast that had lost its mind roaring.

Pointless.

Confusion, trepidation, and some inexplicable fear began to fill his heart, and then spread around him at a rapid pace.

Every hair, every inch of flesh, even every cell.

His body began to writhe uneasily, and his head swayed hard.

It was his desperate struggle, struggling to shake off the light that pierced his eyes.

It didn't take long for the body to quiet down again.

Gave up?

No, Ning Qing didn't give up, it's just that the struggle just now has exhausted all her strength.

One's eyes are bigger than one's stomach..

Although the range of struggles just now was pitifully small, worse than that of a newborn baby, and even negligible, it gave him some feedback.

He didn't completely lose control of his body, which was good news that wasn't bad news, and he slowly closed his eyes after comforting himself a little.

His vision went dark, and the light that caused him discomfort disappeared.

Closing his eyes was a stupid way to avoid the light, but it was a terrible option for him, as he would lose the power to access information about the world around him.

This is a helpless move, so I can only wait slowly for my strength to recover and see if I can regain control of my body.

Time passed minute by minute, but Ning Qing's body did not move at all, quiet as a lifeless corpse.

Even he himself couldn't determine how much time had passed, the long darkness and dead silence were a great test of a person's psychological endurance, and every minute and second would be infinitely extended and infinitely magnified.

It's an ordeal.

Fortunately, he could gradually feel that the dominance of his body was returning, and a familiar sense of control slowly emerged in his heart.

The eyes opened again, and although it was still a little difficult, it was much easier than the first time I opened them.

The blinding light appeared again, and this time he didn't try to avoid the discomfort caused by the white light, but tried to keep his eyes open and refocus his dilated pupils.

He wondered what the hell this light was.

As his gaze focused, the white light in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

After seeing the source of the white light, there was a shocked expression on his face.

An incandescent lamp.

Unlike the strange items to be expected, it was an incandescent lamp on the ceiling that could not be simpler, too ordinary to be ordinary.

The mystery that has been puzzled for a long time is so simple, it is a little too nonsensical.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and with the difficulty of supporting my upper body with my arms, I changed from lying on the bed to a reclining position with my back against the head of the bed.

He has now regained a first grasp of his body and finally has a chance to begin to understand his surroundings.

It is a very spacious room, about 25 square meters, except for the gray floor, the rest of the four walls and ceiling are painted in pure white.

There was also a built-in bathroom, and finally the bed he was lying on, and nothing else.

There was a quick guess in my mind that this should be a ward.

Although there were few references, he insisted on that.

No, because the bed under him is a hospital bed.

A ward full of eccentricity.

Ning Qing slowly propped herself up and got out of bed, and after getting out of bed, she immediately gained a deeper understanding of the strangeness of the whole room.

It was found that the hospital bed was not placed against the wall, but in the center of the entire room.

"Shhh

He wondered what secrets these strange things were hiding, and he gasped as a result of a sharp pain in his head.

The feeling of a splitting headache made him give up the idea of continuing to investigate, and it took a long time to alleviate it, leaning against the wall, and stumbling towards the bathroom.

Rather than thinking about these messy things, he felt that he should wash his face and sober up at this time.

Block the water outlet of the washbasin as soon as possible, quickly twist the faucet to fill the washbasin with water, and then plunge your muddy head into the water.

Wait for the suffocation in the chest cavity to get stronger and stronger before leaning out of the water, and then breathe heavily in air to make up for the brain that is about to lack oxygen.

Tick...

Tick...

Drops of water dripped down the tips of the hair and down the face to the floor, scattering all over the ground.

I picked up the towel hanging next to me, and wiped it on my face without caring if it was my personal belongings.

Rubbing and rubbing, the movement suddenly slowed down, and finally the right hand holding the towel stopped directly in mid-air.

Awkward!

It's a very awkward feeling, it always feels like something is missing, but I can't say what it is.

The feeling made him uncomfortable, and his puzzled gaze swept around the bathroom, trying to find answers.

Toilets, toilet drawers, trash cans, washbasins, faucets, shower heads, towels, towel hooks, etc.

It's normal, it's some very common facilities, nothing weird.

I had to hold the awkward feeling in my heart and continue to wipe the water stains on my hair, but it didn't take long for me to stop the movement again.

He suddenly understood what that awkward, uncomfortable, uncomfortable feeling was.

Mirror!

There are no mirrors in the bathroom.

It's not that he likes to look in the mirror because of his own narcissism, but because of his beard, he has to shave with a razor every once in a while.

The mirror is naturally an indispensable item, and there is a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder itself, so I feel a little uncomfortable and awkward not seeing the mirror after washing my face.

The source of this feeling is not only this, but also the windows.

There are no windows in the bathroom, and there are no ventilation exhaust fans.

Ning Qing now thinks back that the room outside doesn't seem to have windows, and they are all simple and clean walls.

Ignoring the water stains on his hair, he let the water droplets drip on the hospital gown, and left the towel in the washbasin casually, and quickly returned to the spacious hospital room.

After some scrutiny, he went back to bed and stared at the white wall in a daze.