The next moment, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
...
Pain...
Dizzy...
His head ached and spun.
It was as if his brain had been bludgeoned with a wooden stick, sending waves of throbbing pain and dizziness through him.
Han Ning tried to sit up.
But the neural commands from his brain seemed to be cut off; his body felt like it was no longer under his control.
He struggled to open his eyes.
In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, all he could see was pitch black.
Before he could get a clear look at his surroundings, a powerful wave of vertigo washed over him, and he fell unconscious again.
...
An unknown amount of time passed.
Unsure if he was dreaming or awake, Han Ning dazedly felt like he was trapped inside a tumbling washing machine, everything shaking and spinning around him.
The faint sound of an indiscernible conversation reached his ears.
The dizziness in his head seemed to ease slightly.
Consciousness was slowly returning.
