After the surgery, Zhan Dongdong lay in a coma for eighteen hours.
Su Qinghou kept vigil for eighteen hours, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
The attending physician replied tremulously, "The patient lost a lot of blood and is still very weak." Feeling the increasing pressure in the air, the physician hastily added, "But the patient is out of danger now, and should be able to—"
These words had been said three hours earlier.
Su Qinghou cut him off, "Get out."
The attending physician, scared out of his wits, quickly scurried away.
At that moment, a feeble voice, somewhat amused and chiding, broke the tense atmosphere, "Why are you so ill-tempered?"
Su Qinghou, seeing that the woman on the bed had opened her eyes, relaxed his brows but kept his tone as rotten as ever, "Get back here."
The attending physician froze, "…"
"She's awake," Su Qinghou said, "Come over and check on her."
The physician wiped the sweat from his forehead and staggered back.
