The Coma Trilogy plays out once again.
Consciousness slowly gathers, mind gradually clears, where is this?
Open your eyes, open them!
Oh, my sockets are so dry and gritty! Despite several attempts, Lian Qiao could only pry open a tiny slit. Squinting, she surveyed the surroundings. The room was rather cramped, the light entering her field of vision weak. The familiar scent of disinfectant was no longer filling her nostrils, nor was there the usual cold, white presence of a hospital.
The environment was utterly unfamiliar.
Before she lost consciousness, she was lying on a bed, and upon regaining consciousness, she was still on a bed—just a different one. And her hands were securely tied together with a rope as thick as her little finger.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Why did she suddenly pass out? It was definitely planned, and if she wasn't mistaken, it had something to do with the woman who had entered the ward; she didn't know that woman.
So, who could have kidnapped her?