150 Chapter 150 - The Past and the Cure

Loud siren echoed in his head, bringing about a painful headache. He snapped his heavy lids open. They seemed heavy and were closing on its own.

Fan Xui took all his effort just to open them wide. 

Something tight constricted his face and was not allowing him to breathe properly.

Fan Xui looked down over his nose to see a gas mask.

'Oxygen mask..it is not of help,' he swiftly shook his head, loosening the straps a bit. Then he just turned his head and rubbed his face on the pillow until the mask fell sideways.

Only after which did he vigilantly look around.

The room was intricately decorated with beautiful paintings and few vases. There was a waiting room for the patient's family attached to the entryway.

But none of that beauty could mask the smell of the hospital.

Fan Xui groaned loudly. 'A VIP room during an apocalypse. Seriously, it must be that Qian's idea.'