Whether she will wake up or not is still unknown. Even if she wakes up, no one can say for sure what the future holds for her brain after the impact.
But Xiaonuan felt that this was already considered good news.
At least, for now, it seems that she has not been burdened with another life on her conscience.
Xiaonuan helplessly sighed softly.
The special care ward in the hospital was filled with a heavy sense of oppression.
An Ya's mother was crying uncontrollably in the corridor, while a middle-aged man stood by the bedside, with a porcelain basin on the headboard, covered with a white towel.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.
In the corner, there were some daily necessities piled up and some unpacked fruits.
Xiaonuan placed a bouquet of fresh flowers on the cabinet by the bedside.
"How... how is she?"
The man, probably her husband, held her hand and glanced at Xiaonuan.
