The caregiver's voice carried a note of joy, "Just now the lady moved! I saw her finger twitch with my own eyes. I've already called the doctor. She might wake up soon!"
Zuo Xingyun paused for a moment, "It's still not confirmed whether she can wake up, is it?"
The caregiver replied, "It hasn't been confirmed yet. The doctor is checking now. Would you like to come and see?"
"I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, Zuo Xingyun promptly removed the IV needle from his hand and got out of bed, donning his suit jacket.
Achen watched anxiously, "Brother Yun, you haven't finished your IV drip..."
Zuo Xingyun was impatient, "Stop talking nonsense and drive me."
Arriving at the hospital where Xiang Wan's mother, An Yunhua, was staying, Zuo Xingyun hurried straight to the ward without a moment's delay.
By that time, the doctor had already finished the examination, and only the quiet caregiver remained in the spacious ward.
