"Medical... medical fees?"
Lin Ke widened his eyes, looking at the white-clad angel in uniform in front of him.
"Yes, Mr. Lin." A trace of impatience flashed across the nurse's face: "You had a stroke while fishing, it was like a heavy blow, and it was a fellow angler who found you and brought you here."
Fishing? Stroke?
Lin Ke immediately recalled.
Was it... eighteen years ago?
He was by the water with his favorite Great Wilderness brand fishing rod, and then inexplicably crossed over and turned from Mr. Lin to Mr. Azanen.
Wait... Azanen?
Aza... nen?
What is Azanen?
It feels like something very, very important...
I...
Who am I?
Lin Ke suddenly clutched his head, feeling waves of intense pain, and then as voices shouted "How are you?" "Doctor, call the doctor quickly," he slipped back into unconsciousness.
Recovering for three months.
Lin Ke eventually pulled through from his stroke.
