Xiao Luo blearily regained consciousness and found himself lying on a hospital bed. The strong odor of disinfectant permeated the air.
"This is..... a hospital? Why am I in a hospital?"
Xiao Luo frowned, feeling extremely puzzled. But his brain, which had recovered its functions, quickly told him everything.
After his girlfriend, Zhao Mengqi, broke up with him, he drove his cheap domestic car to the suburbs, where he sped down the road to vent his emotions.
It had been raining earlier, and the road was slick. Moreover, it was late at night. He very unluckily got into an accident. The car, which was going more than 120 miles an hour, careened off the road and plunged headfirst down a three-meter drop into farmland. He could not remember anything after that and did not know who was the good Samaritan who had found and brought him to the hospital. That was the only reason he was still alive.
Creak.
