After saying that, Bai pushed him out of his dream. Eric woke up in that dark hospital ward once again, blinking up at the ceiling.
Since he had spent so long deep in sleep so he did not feel sleepy at all. He was not able to sit up and did not have a mobile phone.
Eric subtly glanced at the guy sleeping on the ground. 'He might have one. Should I borrow it? Nah, he looks deep in sleep. Let's not disturb him.'
He once again went back to just blinking at the ceiling.
Ghost boy was right beside him but he dared not talk to him because he feared it would wake up that cop.
'What else can I do when I have nothing to do?'
He had something he could do.
Cultivate.
The days he spent in that murderer's house was not a complete waste. At least he was taught a skill, useful or not it kept his mind occupied.
He was not able to sit up to meditate though. so he simply laid on the bed and closed his eyes.
All of a sudden, he could see.
