C1166 Putting on airs with tiger blood

Drip, drip, drip.

The liquid on top of the bottle was delivered to my body drop by drop.

On the bed, I was pale, and next to me, both hands were hanging from a bottle.

After being unconscious for an unknown period of time, I slowly opened my eyes.

Everything in front of me made me feel strange.

The snow-white ceiling, snow-white bed sheets, and ice-cold hanging bottles