Dr. Yang saw his face was not looking good and frowned, "Mr. Jih... you just woke up, you must not overwork yourself, you need a recovery period..."
Jih Yunxiao said lightly, "Take me back to rest."
"Yes, Mr. Jih."
Everything Jih Yunxiao wanted to know, he now knew.
At this moment, his mind was truly exhausted.
A feeling of being forcibly drawn into sleep at any time.
After being pushed back, Dr. Yang had already arranged for him to be moved to a different room.
It was a master bedroom, very large, and the environment was very nice.
Jih Yunxiao was very satisfied.
After lying on a hospital bed for more than twenty years, he now felt repulsed at the sight, and was uncomfortable with the smell of disinfectant.
Supported by Meng Ting, he walked to the bed and closed his tired eyes.
Meng Ting tucked him in, and soon Jih Yunxiao fell into a deep sleep.
He was really... too tired.
He didn't even have the energy to care about too many things.
