"Young Master Leng!" The senior nurse rushed over and pressed the gauze on Leng Hao's head. "Are you okay? I'll call the doctor."
Leng Hao took the gauze and pressed his head himself. Then he said coldly, "No need. Get out."
"Yes." The senior nurse left.
Leng Hao wiped the blood from his eyes and threw the gauze into the trash can. He walked forward with his long legs. There was a trace of warmth on his cold face. "Father, you're awake?"
Leng Mu had really woken up. At this moment, he was leaning against the hospital bed. Half a year of coma had made his body very stiff but his spirit seemed not bad.
"Humph, you still know that I'm your father?!"
"If you're not my father, who gave birth to me?" Leng Hao smiled warmly. This was probably the most gratifying thing to him. His father had woken up.
Leng Mu glared at Leng Hao from the corner of his eyes. "Let me ask you, where is the child your wife's carrying?"
