Dazed

"A Qing! A Qing!"

"How are you feeling?"

"Can you still hear me?"

Through the haze, A Qing seemed to hear Old Ping calling to him anxiously. That worried voice gradually pulled him out of the hallucination.

When he blinked again, everything before him no longer vanished, and those brilliant colors no longer appeared. His consciousness slowly began to return.

He took a deep breath and snapped out of that dazed state. Hunching over, he began to dry heave.

"A Qing?"

Hearing Old Ping call again, A Qing raised a hand to signal that he was all right.

"I'm back."

For some reason, A Qing did not answer, "I'm fine." Instead, he instinctively used the word "back."

After catching his breath, he looked up at Old Ping.

Old Ping's face was filled with concern, his brows tightly furrowed.

"How do you feel now?"

"Much better..."

"Why did this happen?" Old Ping grabbed A Qing's hand and felt its temperature, his face full of confusion.

"Maybe I didn't rest well," A Qing answered blandly.

"How many hours did you sleep yesterday?"

"Twelve."

"Twelve?!" Old Ping cried out. "Then I know what's wrong with you. You must have low blood sugar. You probably didn't eat anything when you got up either, right?"

A Qing nodded. He also felt that low blood sugar was highly likely.

Dizziness, heart palpitations, even hallucinations...

Seeing this, Old Ping hurriedly brought A Qing a can of cola, telling him to replenish some sugar first.

A Qing took the cola Old Ping handed him, then suddenly froze, staring blankly at the Cola Can for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Thinking A Qing had fallen into that strange state again, Old Ping asked anxiously.

"Nothing..." A Qing pulled the tab and quickly took a sip.

"There seemed to be