Su Nuannuan didn't think of herself as particularly kind; she just wasn't short of money.
When she was poor, she couldn't say such things.
When she had more money, she felt like, with so much money, it wasn't very useful.
She couldn't even spend it all.
Su Nuannuan silently watched Jih Yunxiao on the hospital bed, hoping he would wake up soon.
She wanted to go home, desperately wanted to return immediately.
After having surgery, Meng Xing sat on the sofa with his arm in a sling, receiving a drip to fight inflammation.
Seeing her looking expectantly at Jih Yunxiao, he couldn't help but laugh and say: "Everything will be alright, won't it?"
Su Nuannuan nodded: "Yes, it will get better. Once he wakes up, I can go home."
"Once someone wakes up, they definitely will again."
As they spoke, Dr. Yang personally checked Jih Yunxiao's condition and happily said: "Barring any surprises, he should wake up by tomorrow at the latest."
