Pitch-black.
Nothing was visible.
Dong Xuebin seemed to be dreaming. His head hurt badly, yet he was somewhat conscious. He slowly opened his eyes in a daze, and a sliver of light immediately stabbed into his pupils.
"Hey! He opened his eyes!"
"Director Dong is awake! He's awake!"
"Go get District Governor Yuehua!"
"Call the doctor first! Hurry!"
Dong Xuebin weakly looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, then at the window outside. It seemed to be dark already. He knew he was most likely in a hospital ward. At that moment, he also remembered what had happened before he passed out. After catching District Governor Yuehua when she fell at the District Committee Courtyard, he had lost all consciousness. He tried moving his arms. Hiss—his hands hurt terribly, and he could barely lift his upper arms. They seemed to be wrapped in gauze. The smell of medicine drifted into his nose, while instruments beeped steadily beside him.
"Director." It was Geng Xinke's voice. "How do you feel?"
Dong Xuebin followed the voice and looked toward the bedside. "How long was I asleep? Where am I?"
Geng Xinke quickly said, "You were unconscious for seven or eight hours. This is the District First Hospital."
"I feel fine. It's nothing serious, right?" Dong Xuebin tried to lift his legs and sit up. "Come on, Xin Ke, give me a hand."
Geng Xinke and a nurse hurriedly helped him sit up from either side, carefully supporting him. "They took X-rays. The doctor said both your hands have varying degrees of bone fractures, and your waist and legs are injured too. You'll need to recuperate for a while."
Dong Xuebin frowned. "Is it that serious?"
"This is already incredibly fortunate." Still shaken, Geng Xinke said, "When we brought you here, we told the