Song Qingchun was exhausted, but she could not have a good sleep. She would wake up every other hour, and it was not until 11 am that she finally fell asleep. Song Qingchun then woke up at 3 pm.
Su Zhinian woke up earlier than the doctor predicted. His eyes fluttered open by 5 pm. However, since the drip was mixed with painkillers, he did not say a word after he woke up.
The doctors and nurses all rushed over to inspect him. They crowded his bed, and the last available space was taken by Auntie Su. Song Qingchun had no choice but to look at him from afar.
Su Zhinian did not react in any way to Auntie Su's excited and teary words. He seemed to be shell-shocked as he stared at the white ceiling for a long time. Some time later, his pupils slowly moved like life had returned to the man, then he croaked out softly and weakly, "Where's Qingchun?"
