In Aunt Wu's arms, Ji Anning slowly calmed her emotions. She wiped her tears, lifted her head, and looked at the doctor with swollen eyes, "Doctor, when can I leave? When can I go see my uncle?"
The doctor maintained a serious attitude, "Miss Ji, you can go out for some fresh air in a wheelchair, but sitting for long periods in a car is definitely not possible, and don't even think about flying. The risk is over ninety percent."
"But..." Ji Anning shook her head.
But her uncle is in that hospital, and who knows how long it will be before he can return. Does she really have to go so long without seeing him?
When will he open his eyes?
She wanted him to see her first when he opened his eyes. She wanted to be by his side to accompany him.
She wanted to tell him she's sorry. Next time, she'll listen to him, won't be willful, and won't lose her temper at him.
She had so many things she wanted to tell him.
