Returning to the Southern Song as Zhao Gou, I Will Rule the World

His head throbbed as if it were about to split open. Zhao Gou abruptly opened his eyes in bed. Instead of the snow-white ceiling of a hospital or the familiar ceiling light in his own home, he saw a hazy golden-yellow canopy embroidered with intricate dragon patterns. A strong, unfamiliar scent of medicinal herbs mixed with some kind of incense entered his nostrils, so pungent that he almost started coughing.