Gu Lin woke up due to the bitter smell of medicine.
It's not the ordinary bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine, it's the kind of disgusting bitterness that's been boiled down and some inexplicable stuff has been added to it. It felt like someone had stuffed a piece of red-hot coal into his throat, and it hurt so much that he was throbbing when he swallowed.
"Your Majesty is awake! Your Majesty is awake!"
A young voice exploded in my ears, with a crying tone, as if my biological father had died. Gu Lin reluctantly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bright yellow curtain with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it. The gold threads swayed in the candlelight and hurt his eyes.
——What the hell?
He was still confused when he heard a "ding" sound in his head, like rice being heated in a microwave.
