In the quiet ward, the equipment is running stably.

On the hospital bed, Su Zhan, who was lying on the hospital, moved his fingers slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Where is this?"

A flash of doubt flashed in Su Zhan's eyes, and he half-sat up and looked at his surroundings.

The next moment, he had a splitting headache and remembered everything that had happened before.

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