He twitched his fingers, trying to push himself up, but a sudden wave of dizziness forced him back down.
His superiors had forced him to take leave, saying, "You almost died. Stop acting like a tough guy and stay in bed!"
That phone call lasted a full ten minutes.
They even threatened to suspend him from duty until he was fully recovered.
He opened his mouth, wanting to argue.
But in the end, he just sighed softly and closed his eyes in resignation.
He couldn't refuse it, so he could only accept his fate.
But strangely, the more he slept, the more tired he felt.
He had thought more rest would restore his Primordial Energy.
But sleep was like a black hole, sucking away all his energy.
He woke up each day more exhausted than the last.
The more he tried to recuperate, the weaker he became.
He was eating refined meals and drinking soups brewed with expensive medicinal herbs.
Yet his complexion grew more ashen by the day.
