Li Yi slowly woke up from his comatose state.
His whole body ached, and when he tried to move, he found bandages wrapped all around him, casts on several parts, and even his head was heavily bandaged, making him look like a mummy. Besides that, there were several IV bottles hanging next to him, constantly administering medication into his body to alleviate his symptoms.
"Is this a hospital?"
At that moment, Li Yi remembered that he had fought to the last breath with Ning Wu the night before. Then, the agents from the bureau had arrived, and he had been put on an ambulance, but he had passed out by then. He had no knowledge of what happened afterward.
"You're awake?" Suddenly, a voice sounded, belonging to a man missing an arm, who was currently leaning on the adjacent hospital bed, looking at him with interest.
"You are Li Yi, right? I've heard about your case, killing eight men barehanded, even almost killing a cultivator from the inspiration realm, not bad at all."