Return to the Southern Song Dynasty and Become Zhao Gou, I Want to Dominate the World

A splitting headache. Zhao Gou opened his eyes suddenly on the bed. What he saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital or the familiar ceiling lamp at home, but a hazy bright yellow curtain embroidered with complicated dragon patterns. A strong, unfamiliar smell mixed with herbs and some kind of incense penetrated his nose, choking him and almost coughing.