Jihai woke up with a light cough. The room was too cold and humid. He opened his eyes to the bright lights that illuminated the room giving him a lightheaded feeling.
He struggled to stand up but immediately gave up the idea when he felt his muscles throb. He then tried to survey his environment, his eyes widening at the sight he discovered.
The room was lavishly furnished with a low key but high quality decoration. The room was also painted in his favorite colours, grey and black making him appreciate the view.
Soon he heard footsteps approach the room so he laid down, pretending to be asleep. Two men entered the room, discussing on low voices. One of them who wore a white coat and stethoscope said "I am doing my best to control the aftereffects but my hands will be tied if your boss doesn't take his medicine."
Ryōsei rubbed his eyes wearily. "I will do my best. And what about him? How is he?"