For seven consecutive days, Su Nian was almost inseparable from the bedside.
"Nian Nian, you should take a rest. If you continue like this, you'll wear yourself out. The doctor said you're still in the recovery period," said Mrs. Chen, with red eyes, as she walked over and draped a coat over Su Nian's shoulders.
It was the same car accident, only differing between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, yet the recovery difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
One lay on the bed unconscious, while the other suffered only minor injuries. Even the hospital's doctors were amazed, attributing it only to good luck.
Compared to her, Chen Yuting was the unlucky one.
The doctor said he probably hit his head at the moment of impact, compressing nerves, which caused this condition.
"I'm fine, Auntie." Su Nian's eyes were swollen, unable to shed a single tear, "Today's the seventh day, and I trust Yu Ting will definitely wake up."
