I don't know how long it took for Schouten to open his eyes, but he found himself lying in the ward.
At this time, the headache seemed to become more severe as he opened his eyes. If it was a saw before, now it was as if someone was drilling directly into his brain with an electric drill.
Schouten had no time to think about why he had just finished getting ready for work and fell in the ward the next moment, and he had no time to care about this ward that was obviously out of style. He thought it would be best to press his temples a few times to relieve this damn headache.
It felt like he had spent all his strength, but he still couldn't lift his hands. Schouten's bad temper came back, and he couldn't help but curse,

"FXXK!!"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to relieve the pain a lot like an outlet. The pleasure of the pain gradually dissipating almost made Schouten moan in comfort.

"Oh my god, Jerry, you finally woke up, that's great, God, you won't become an idiot anymore"
Schouten then realized that a blonde was looking at him with joy.
At this moment, Schouten suddenly felt extremely wronged and lonely, and burst into tears