Jiang Yihuan slowly opened her eyes. Everything around her was white, and there was a pungent smell of medicine. Her eyes moved from side to side. "Brother..."
"It's good that you're awake." Jiang Zhilie leaned over. "Are you hungry?"
"How am I? Why can't I feel my legs..." Jiang Yihuan frowned in pain. "Did I get amputated?"
"No, you weren't amputated. It's just that your legs were numbed with anesthesia, so you can't feel them for now. Your legs are still there." Jiang Zhilie showed a faint smile. "It's alright, just take good care of yourself."
Jin Mobei, who had been waiting impatiently on the side, saw that she woke up and quietly turned around to leave.
Jiang Yihuan noticed him out of the corner of her eye. "Mo Bei, can you stay with me?"
"There are plenty of people in the hospital who can accompany you. Stay put, I need to go to work..." Jin Mobei replied from the doorway and left.
