Lin Jie slowly opened his eyes to see the gray-green tent, along with the IV drip dropping bit by bit.
"A-Jie, you're awake? How's your body feeling?"
Looking at An Kexin's concerned face, Lin Jie asked, "How long did I sleep?"
"Eight hours. It's now 8:31 in the morning," An Kexin replied softly.
Having slept for eight hours, Lin Jie was somewhat surprised to find that his body didn't feel the overwhelming exhaustion or unbearable muscle pain.
After thinking for a bit, he realized, and asked, "Did Miaomiao give me a massage?"
An Kexin nodded and said, "Yes, every hour she gave you a full-body massage. I only managed to convince her to rest at six in the morning."
With a face full of blame, she said, "You, don't you understand your own physical condition?"
"Always pushing, always pushing. And now you've gone and fallen asleep on the operating table, making everyone worried."
Lin Jie awkwardly chuckled.
