White. All white.
When Han Junfeng opened his eyes, his head felt as if someone had hit him with a hammer. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted again. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, the fluorescent tube blinking and hissing, which made him very annoyed. He wanted to raise his hand to block the light, but his arm gave out halfway and fell back onto the bed.
What is this place?
He glanced around with his peripheral vision - white walls, white sheets, an iron shelf at the head of the bed with a hanging bottle hanging on it, and the tube was connected to the back of his left hand. There was a smell of disinfectant in the air, which hit his nose. It was similar to the smell on the day when the pigs were slaughtered in his hometown.
Ward.
