The harsh white light pierced through his eyelids as Yi Hai lay motionless on the hospital bed, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
As consciousness slowly returned, a searing pain suddenly surged into his throat, causing him to retch reflexively on his side.
"Ugh! Cough cough—"
After vomiting a stomach full of acid, he was quickly pushed back down by two people dressed in white coats.
Thinking he had been captured by Vellante People, he instinctively tried to struggle, but the sound of conversation nearby made him stop.
"Doctor! How is he doing?!"
"Cryogenic aftereffects... For cryosleep over half a year, a long-term sleep injection is required. Using a short-term one will lead to this condition. Luckily, you brought him back in time; in another two months, he might have really turned into a block of ice."
"Brother."
Hearing the familiar voice, Yi Hai finally regained full control of his body, moving his stiff neck to look at the young man standing beside him.
"...Yi Chuan?"
