My head hurts like it's about to split open.
I opened my eyes with difficulty, and what I saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but the shabby khaki tent roof. A strange smell mixed with sweat, blood and musty smell hit my head and almost made me faint again.
"Fuck..."
I cursed subconsciously, only to find that my mouth was as dry as sandpaper and my throat was hoarse.
Where is this? Am I not working overtime at the company to catch up on projects? Why did you wake up and change places?
I struggled to sit up, but my bones felt like they were falling apart, and the slightest movement caused excruciating pain. When he looked down, he saw that he was wearing a set of shabby coarse cloth clothes with blood stains on them that had dried and turned black.
A dark and thin man next to me saw that I was awake and immediately rushed over. There was a hint of surprise in his voice: "Qu Shuai! Qu Shuai, you're awake!"
Is he handsome? What the hell?
