Outside the window, the trees swayed gently in the breeze, and birdsong could occasionally be heard.
Sunlight streamed through the half-open white curtains and spilled across the neat single bed.
The air carried a faint smell of disinfectant, but it was not pungent.
The room was not large, but its furnishings were simple and practical. A quiet landscape painting hung on the wall. On the small bedside table sat a cup of water, a stainless-steel insulated lunchbox, and a basket of fruit, as if someone had hurriedly brought them to him before going downstairs again.
"Ah!!"
On the white hospital bed, the boy suddenly woke up and immediately began gasping for breath.
"I'm finally back..."
He muttered blankly to himself.
Very soon.
What drew his attention was not the simple furniture in the hospital room.
It was the concerned face on a stool not far away, the worry hidden in those emerald-green eyes impossible to conceal.
"Eduardo, how do you feel? What did you dream about this time?"
The doctor in a white coat sat beside him and asked with great kindness.
Seeing that the boy did not respond, the doctor added:
"You need to wake up. Your condition is already critical. According to my diagnosis, the medicine has been becoming less effective lately."
"..."
The boy stared blankly at the black-haired, green-eyed doctor before the hospital bed.
He remembered that his name was Eduardo.
He was a Second Year student at Seven One Middle School and was currently taking a leave of absence because of his illness.
Countless twisted characters and strange pieces of knowledge surfaced in his mind along with his awakening, causing a sharp pain in his head. He covered it in agony.
How were permutations and combinations calculated again, and what was the law of momentum?