Pain! Unbearable pain! Song Qingshu gradually woke from his coma, feeling as though every bone in his body had been shattered. He could not even move a finger. Remembering the massive truck that had barreled toward him before he lost consciousness, his heart turned cold. Had I survived only to spend the rest of my life bedridden and paralyzed?
Was this a hospital? Song Qingshu opened his eyes and slowly surveyed his surroundings. Green gauze curtains stirred without wind. A white candle on the table in the center of the room flickered dimly. A graceful woman sat with her back to him, resting her cheek on one hand as she stared blankly into space.
He could not see the woman's face, but the dim candlelight fell upon her plain green robes, making her look so eerie that it was frightening. Song Qingshu wondered what sort of nonsense this hospital was up to. Not only was there no electricity, but they had decorated the ward like a funeral hall. That nurse sat there like a female ghost; anyone fainthearted would have screamed in terror by now.
The woman in green seemed lost in thought and had not noticed that the man on the bed had awakened. At that moment, a nun knocked and entered to report, "Sect Leader, Zhang Wuji, the Cult Master of the Ming Cult, requests an audience."
The woman in green visibly trembled, but quickly composed herself. "Men and women should keep their distance. It is inconvenient to meet at night. Tell him to leave." Her cold tone could not conceal the ethereal note in her clear voice. It was exceptionally pleasant to hear.
At that moment, a steady, bright male voice carried in from outside. "I possess some skill in medicine and wish to treat Young Hero Song Qingshu's injuries. I have no other intention."
Song Qingshu, who had always been intimately familiar with Jin Yong's novels, felt a chill run from head to toe. If this was not the filming of a historical drama, then with Zhang Wuji, the Cult Master of the Ming Cult, appearing here—and given the current circumstances—could he be that unlucky Song Qingshu from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?
The shock finally cleared the muddled thoughts left over from awakening from a grievous injury and coma. Song Qingshu slowly recalled the details of the car accident, his face turning ugly as he remembered that he had already died. He simply did not know why he was lying here. From the way they spoke, this seemed to be the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.
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