The doctor's voice was nasal as he said, "At most, she'll wake up in half an hour."
"There's still a blood test that hasn't come out. Maybe this last test can determine why the patient isn't waking up."
Dylan Young glanced at Mr. Young's slightly wavering eyes, "Thank you, Dr. Sanders, for your hard work."
Mrs. Young was sent back to the ward.
Dylan Young called over someone who had been by the Second Son of Young Family for the past few days, whispered a command, and the person nodded and left.
Dylan Young then entered the ward. He sat in a place not too close yet not too far from the hospital bed, while Mr. Young sighed beside him, seemingly not hearing a single word.
Mr. Young saw that Dylan Young wasn't talking to him at all.
Half an hour passed, his man returned, he met briefly with him, then turned and went back.
Just in time, his mother on the hospital bed also woke up.
