I had lost count of how many times I had been injured this badly.
I had no idea how long I had been unconscious this time, either.
Actually, I had regained some awareness partway through, but I did not want to wake up at all.
I did not want to face reality.
Living felt too exhausting. My mother had left me no room to keep going.
She made me feel that this world was full of darkness.
But although I had not woken up, voices kept sounding in my ears, calling my name.
There was Seventh Master's voice, Song Xiaotian's, Meng Yifan's, An Ning's, and many others.
The voice I heard most often was An Ning's.
She seemed to have told me a lot. Through the haze, I heard about her childhood and the things she had experienced growing up.
I also heard her reciting classical texts, the ones I had taught her.
But I still did not want to wake up. I thought dying like this would be fine.
Yet modern medicine was so advanced that it simply would not let me die. I wondered how these doctors could be so good that they could save me even when I was injured this badly.
Then another thought struck me. Since they would not let me die anyway, the longer I stayed here, the more money I would spend.
By the time I woke up, all my money would be gone.
At that thought, I finally woke up.
After waking, I suddenly felt short of breath.
I opened my eyes and saw that Yi Yang was the only person in the ward. He was sitting beside me, playing a game on his phone.
"Senior Brother Yi..."
I called out to him.
When he saw that I was awake, he put