Gao Yang woke up feeling thirsty, with no pain in his body.

He was surprised: wasn't his lower back stabbed? Why didn't it hurt at all, leaving only a slight itch, as if being bitten by a mosquito.

"Don't move, you'll be fine soon." That childish voice appeared again.

Gao Yang's vision gradually became clear. He struggled to sit up and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl in front of him. She had cute double buns on her head and was wearing a modified chest-high dress with a white top and a light pink skirt with peach blossoms.