When the big goose woke up, the dull pain in the back of his head continued to ferment. The last scene he remembered was that the programmer who had been sitting at his desk all year round suddenly twitched on the physiotherapy bed. When he reached out to help him, the physiotherapy lamp brought down by the other person hit his head. The numb and itchy feeling of electric current flowing through the body still remained in the nerve endings.
But the current feeling is definitely not the smell of hospital disinfectant. The smell of hay and earth lingered on the tip of his nose. The hard wooden board beneath him was covered with a layer of rough linen, which made the back of his neck ache. He struggled to sit up and looked around - low adobe walls, roofs made of thatch, several clay pots piled in the corners, and spider webs densely knotted in the corners of the beams.
