Snow-white ceiling.
An unfamiliar environment.
Ye Yuan opened his eyes.
Everything around him was unfamiliar.
He looked at the IV tube connected to his wrist.
Ye Yuan raised his head slightly and saw the IV drip, steadily delivering fluid into his body with a constant drip, drip.
"Where am I?"
Ye Yuan's mind raced through his memories.
His brain stalled for an instant.
But he quickly recalled everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.
He swiftly checked the state of his Mental Power.
The result delighted him.
The level of his Mental Power had increased.
At the same time, there was also bad news.
Although the level of his Mental Power had risen, the amount of Mental Power he possessed was pitifully small.
What was going on?
Even if a qualitative transformation had affected the quantity,
it should not have left him with so little, should it?
His Mental Power had been filled to the point of saturation, which was why he had passed out.
Although he still did not know how the Mental Power that had filled his mental space had raised the level of his Mental Power,
it could not possibly have vanished into thin air so completely.
Just as Ye Yuan was still unable to figure out how his Mental Power had disappeared for no reason,
he sensed someone pushing open the door from outside.
He turned to look.
A girl around twenty years old, dressed in a snow-white nurse's uniform, walked in.
When she saw Ye Yuan turning to look at her,
she froze for a moment.
Then she asked in delighted surprise,
"You're awake?"
Yet before Ye Yuan could respond,
she directly pressed a call button not far from his hospital bed.
Only a few breaths later,
a group of people who looked like