When I opened my eyes, the first thing I smelled was the scent of disinfectant. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, and an IV needle was stuck into the back of my hand. The electronic calendar on the bedside table read: April 17, 2025.
"Doctor! He's awake!" The young nurse bolted out the door while I stared blankly at my clearly-knuckled hands—this body was not what I looked like in the immortal realm, but the red mole between my thumb and index finger was still there.
An ID card sat on the nightstand: Huanxi, male, 29 years old, occupation... a web novelist? I forced myself up and reached for my phone; the lock screen wallpaper was a picture of a misty immortal mountain. After unlocking it with my fingerprint, WeChat popped up a bunch of messages:
Chapter 199