When Shen Du woke up, it felt like someone had hit him with a brick on the back of his head.
Not a metaphor. He touched the back of his head and found a swelling on his fingertips, which made him gasp in pain. In front of me is a white ceiling with two fluorescent tubes, one of which is flashing, one bright and one dark, like some kind of Morse code. He was lying on a hard bed with white sheets and the smell of disinfectant on the quilt - it was not a hospital, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital was stronger. This is more like some kind of temporarily converted infirmary, or——
"Are you awake?"
