Qie Xieling slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred and his head pounding with pain. The sterile smell of the hospital filled his nostrils, and the soft beeping of the machines echoed in his ears. He tried to move, but his body ached, reminding him of the brutal encounter with President Yin and his henchmen.
Confusion washed over him as he looked around, his surroundings unfamiliar. It took a moment for his memory to catch up, and as the events of the kidnapping flooded back, his heart raced with a mix of fear and anger. This world nearly made him lose his life.
Lying back down on the hospital bed, he massaged his temple, trying to ease the throbbing pain. As his gaze wandered, he noticed a remote control on the bedside table. Curiosity piqued, he reached for it and turned on the TV mounted on the wall.