"No...that's not right...I'm not sick...I'm not crazy..." Cold sweat broke out on Su Mo's forehead. He stared intently at Dr. Chen, with wide eyes, saying, "The technology of you constructs is really amazing...the illusion is so realistic that it's indistinguishable..."
He looked up and screamed hoarsely at the ceiling, "Future! Initiate the emergency plan! Wake me up! Future!!!"
There was no response.
Only his own voice echoed in the ward, accompanied by his mother Li Huishu's increasingly sorrowful cries.
"Son...Mom told you long ago, you can't play games every day, and you insisted it was fine...these computer games really cause harm!!!"
Su Mo shouted at Li Huishu, "Stop it! Don't try to deceive me! This place is fake, Dawn Realm is a real place, I'm a Transmigrator, my companions are still waiting for me to go back!"
Dr. Chen held his forehead, sighing helplessly, obviously troubled by this situation.
