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When Liu Yuan regained consciousness again, he felt that the whole world was pitch black. He tried to open his eyes, but found that he could not do it no matter what.

In an instant, he realized that this might mean that there was something wrong with his eyes. He felt a strong sense of fear and uneasiness surge in his heart, not knowing what was going on.

There was dead silence all around, as if the whole world was on mute. There was not a sound at all. He seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

I felt my body become extremely heavy, as if it was suppressed by an invisible force. Every inch of my skin was filled with numbness. This feeling was like being separated from my body, but it was also like I could clearly sense the existence of each part of my body, but I just couldn't effectively control it. My limbs became extremely heavy, as if they were filled with lead, and I couldn't make any effective movements.

It felt like an invisible hand was holding his body tightly, making it impossible for him to break free. Not only that, he couldn't even move his fingers for the most basic movements. What used to be easy to accomplish now became an insurmountable obstacle.

He tried to open his eyes countless times, but his eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight and he couldn't move them at all. He used all his strength to try again and again, but each time he failed.

Every attempt made him feel desperate, and he began to doubt whether he would lose his sight and ability to move forever.

The feeling of helplessness in the darkness made Liu Yuan feel extremely painful and anxious, and he didn't know what to do to get out of this predicament.

He tried to recall what had happened before, hoping to find some clues to explain the current situation. However, his memory was vague and he only remembered chaos and endless darkness.

Yet, he felt very light, as if he weighed very little, and completely out of touch. He seemed to have no form or body, with only a vague consciousness. He felt that he existed, but also that he was in a dream, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept in a daze, and then I slowly woke up.

He could feel that he was still in a chaotic darkness, without a ray of light. He felt extremely suffocated in his heart and uncomfortable all over, as if he was bound tightly by invisible ropes.

How he wanted to stretch his body and relax his muscles, but he just couldn't do it.

Liu Yuan subconsciously recited the mantra in his heart: "Om Mani Padme Hum". As the mantra sounded, he felt a warm power surge from the bottom of his heart, as if a clear spring flowed through his body. This power made him feel at ease and calm, as if all his troubles were far away from him.

When he finished reading the last word, he slowly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him gradually became clear, and he found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by a white world.

His eyes first fell on the respirator mask that was turned upside down on his face. It was tightly attached to his face, covering his mouth and nose. There were three holes on the mask, which were obviously for him to exhale waste gas out of the body and as an oxygen supply. Two nasal oxygen tubes that were close to his nose connected the oxygen concentrator and the mask, and continuously delivered oxygen to him through the small holes.

Liu Yuan tried to raise his hands, but his body was somewhat out of control. He felt a sense of powerlessness surge in his heart, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

He tried several times, but finally gave up and lay quietly on the bed, feeling the fresh air brought by the ventilator.

Then, his eyes extended along the edge of the bed and saw a pure white world. The white bed curtains fluttered gently, as if dancing in the breeze; the white curtains blocked the light outside the window, making the room look particularly bright. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, which made people feel peaceful and indifferent. This smell was not pungent, but gave people a refreshing feeling.

Liu Yuan turned his head and looked at the white wall. There was no decoration on the wall, just pure white. Such an environment made him feel a little depressed, as if the whole world was only white.

However, he did not feel depressed by this, but silently accepted this reality. After all, he was still alive and had a chance to stand up again.

Liu Yuan's eyes rested on the milky white bedside table. On it were some common medical instruments, such as a blood pressure monitor and a thermometer. These instruments were used to monitor his vital signs and ensure that his health status received timely attention.

In addition, there is a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, exuding a faint fragrance, adding a touch of vitality to the whole room.

Liu Yuan speculated that this should be a single ward because he could not see other beds or patients. This arrangement may be to better take care of his condition and provide him with a relatively quiet and private space. Despite this, he still hopes to recover soon and leave this place full of the smell of disinfectant.