"Name?"
Huai Shi opened his eyes and failed to see the familiar ceiling.
A sudden sense of disappointment and unease rose within him.
In the silence, he looked around the unfamiliar hospital room and scratched his head in confusion. "...Why am I not at the Continuance Institute?"
Why hadn't he gone to his luxury presidential suite at the Continuance Institute?
This was ridiculous.
Had his treatment benefits been downgraded?
Director Ai, did you have any idea what was going on?
Ai Qing, meanwhile, wore an extraordinarily vivid expression of disgust. "The Continuance Institute thought you weren't dead enough, patched you up a little, and tossed you back here.
"If you really think waking up at the Continuance Institute is a good thing, you can try harder next time. Try even harder.
"Anyway, Mr. Shah looked very regretful... Maybe there was some premium medical service you failed to experience."
"..."
Huai Shi's eye twitched violently.
This wave was a case of mutual devotion.
Did that mean he really ought to consider getting an annual membership at the Continuance Institute?
At that moment, Huai Shi once again experienced the terrifying power of the Continuance Institute's black technology and black magic—before he closed his eyes, he had looked like he was about to die, but when he opened them again, it felt as though he had merely slept for a long time. He was refreshed enough to wag his tongue and pull a sled through a marathon.
It was truly terrifying.
Well, there was also the subtle sensation that he had been completely taken apart, put back together, and given a little extra lubricant.
What was this?
A full maintenance package for starting life over?
"No, how long was I asleep?!"
He suddenly sprang out of bed, remembering something critically important—his advancement! He