Two days later, more than seventy hours after the burn incident, Xu Zijin woke up for the first time.
After the surgery, as the anesthesia wore off, nearly every part of his body was in pain.
Xu Zijin frowned slightly and only after a moment did he realize he was in a hospital.
With just a minor movement, the elderly Mrs. Xu awoke as if facing a great enemy.
Seeing Xu Zijin awake, the old lady smiled broadly. "Zijin, you're awake?"
After the surgery here, the doctors said he was out of life-threatening danger, so he came out of the ICU and was moved to a regular ward.
The elderly Mrs. Xu, who had been keeping watch for two days, looked visibly more haggard.
"Mom?"
"Oh, I'm so glad you recognize me! I was worried that when you woke up, you'd be like those soap operas and have amnesia." Mrs. Xu finally relaxed after Xu Zijin woke up, even in the mood to joke.
"You've been watching too many TV dramas." Xu Zijin lowered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
