"Look, Mom's hand, it moved!"
Qin Zhiyou gripped Lu Weixi's hand tightly with one hand, pointing at Lu's mother's hand with the other.
Lu Weixi tried to resist, but she saw her mother's hand moving indeed. Although she knew that coming out of anesthesia didn't mean much, post-surgery rejection might still occur in the following days. Moreover, the rapid physical weakness post-surgery was even hard for young people to tolerate, let alone the elderly—it depended on luck, and also their own willpower.
But the fact that she could regain consciousness proved at least that the brain tumor had not compressed the nerves, which was always a good thing!
Lu Weixi immediately called the doctor. After Zhao Zihao and others came to check, her mother's anesthesia wore off. Her body moved, but her consciousness had not fully recovered yet. The doctor suggested to keep her in the Intensive Care Unit.
Lu Weixi still had questions: "Dr. Zhao, when can I accompany my mother in?"
