After the driver responsible for the accident and the traffic police left, Ming Chao entered the ward again and gently sat down on the stool in front of Ning Youguang's hospital bed.
It was the stool he had sat on before.
"Brother." Ning Youguang slowly opened her eyes.
"You're awake? When did you wake up?" Ming Chao's handsome face showed a hint of joy.
"Just woke up," Ning Youguang's voice was soft, "a few minutes before you came."
Ming Chao cursed the idiot who disturbed his sister a few more times in his heart, but his face showed no signs of displeasure, "How do you feel now? Are you uncomfortable?"
"A bit nauseous." Ning Youguang frowned and swallowed the sick feeling in her throat, speaking slowly, "What time is it now?"
"It's past ten." Ming Chao immediately got up to leave, "I'll go find a doctor to come and take a look."
