If Bai Hong's words were a threat, then Su Nian's words were simply the truth. The elderly doctor looked at her twice before saying, "Didn't I tell you? His condition is not bad. You massage him every day and talk to him, these all stimulate his brain nerves. He is conscious, but he just can't wake up yet. He will get better after some time."
Su Nian frowned, "After some time? How long is that?"
The elderly doctor beckoned with his finger, "Give me your wrist."
Black lines metaphorically fell from Su Nian's forehead. In this age, a doctor who insists on seeing patients is truly rare!
Three fingers rested on her slender wrist. Su Nian sighed with relief, gradually calming her emotions. It was about five minutes before the elderly doctor removed his fingers from her wrist.
