蛋疼啊，叶无道坐起身，脑袋还有些昏沉，但身体却舒服得紧。这白色被单软得不像话，闻着还有股说不出道不出的香味，跟医院里那股消毒水味儿差远了，倒像是某种名贵的药材混着月光花的味道。他吸了吸鼻子，忍不住打了个喷嚏。“啧，搞什么呢这是？

tradicional medicine and moonflower, you know? Anyway, his body felt good, like he'd been hit by a truck but then someone had massaged him with essential oils. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and looked around.

The room was... nice. Expensive. He recognized the furniture - some old Chinese antique mixed with modern design, the kind that would cost a fortune back in the city. The windows were huge, overlooking a garden with... well, a lot of expensive-looking plants. He spotted an orchid with flowers bigger than his head, which was creepy.

"Okay, what's the deal?" he mumbled, rubbing his temples. The headache was fading, but a new one was forming in the back of his mind. Where was he? How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was... something about a duel? Or was it a fight? His memory was fuzzy, like trying to watch a TV with bad reception.