The din of voices slowly seeped into his ears. Long-missed warmth touched the surface of his skin, and it felt as if someone were holding his hand. The sensation of falling endlessly finally disappeared. His heavy eyelids slowly cracked open.
"Doctor! Can he still be saved? We pass out in haunted houses all the time, but we've never been unconscious for this long! Could he never wake up again?"
A familiar voice reached his mind, as if someone on the far shore of Heaven were calling to him. His consciousness gradually returned, and memories surfaced from the corners of his mind.
"I was touring a haunted house. Yes, I remember now."
Wang Yan tried to open his eyes, but even with all his strength, he could only raise his eyelids a little.
"Yang Chen? The student council president? Why is a senior from my fourth year here too? There are so many people..." Wang Yan wanted to speak, but his pale lips wouldn't part.
"Well... he should be fine. Don't worry. Based on our experience, he's about to wake up." The doctor cleared his throat. "Stop crowding around him. Move back and keep the air circulating."
The doctor and the amusement park staff shooed the crowd away. Wang Yan looked in the direction they went and saw that he was lying on the steps outside the haunted house. Tourists had gathered all around him, several rows deep.
They chattered among themselves. Some took out their phones to snap pictures, others recorded videos, and a few even opened livestreams to broadcast the scene.
"I might as well stay unconscious." Wang Yan tried with all his might to turn his head away. He didn't want to become an online celebrity just because he'd passed out while touring a haunted house.
His gaze