The fluorescent lights of the hospital ward blurred into vague patches of light before Qiyue's eyes. He blinked, his fingers quietly reaching toward his chest—beneath the smooth hospital gown were fresh postoperative stitches. There was no pulsation of the energy core, nor any of those glowing lines.
"Blood pressure is normal, neural reflexes are good," said the Doctor, Su Muqing, recording the monitor's data. Her gray eyes took on a strange metallic sheen under the light. "Can you speak, Mr. Qiyue?"
Qiyue's throat felt as dry as if it were stuffed with sand. He tried to make a sound, but only managed a breathy wheeze. His memories were in utter chaos—the quantum space, The Overseer, the fusion of Su Muqing's six clones. These images overlapped with the ward's ceiling, making it hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
Chapter 25