Su Qingnuan had a long sleep.
In her dream, she said everything she hadn't been able to say to Fu Yihan, and only when she saw his ashen face did she feel completely satisfied.
The good mood carried on until she opened her eyes to a room filled entirely with white.
Recalling her current situation, Su Qingnuan felt her good mood evaporate instantly.
"Has the patient woken up?"
"Not yet."
"Once they wake up, we'll need to run some tests, so you all..."
There was a quiet conversation going on at the door.
Su Qingnuan tilted her head to look; the door was ajar, but she couldn't tell who was speaking outside.
Gradually, the voices at the door faded, and then the door to the room was pushed open.
A gurgling sound followed.
Almost immediately, Su Qingnuan guessed who it was.
She quickly averted her gaze and shut her eyes.
Fu Yihan entered the room and immediately noticed the person lying on the bed, whose head had moved slightly.
