A week later
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?!" Kevin Cliff looked at Charlotte Green lying on the bed, asking for the 108th time.
A week had passed, and she had not awoken.
This time, he hadn't used any medication on her, yet she had been asleep for so long, so long that it was unbearable for him.
Hank finished checking her heart rate with his stethoscope and took her pulse, then sighed with resignation, "Everything's normal; it's probably because the lady doesn't wish to wake up."
A murderous look shot from Kevin's eyes toward Hank, "Wake her up for me! Don't make me believe you've been wasting eighteen years of your life!"
"Boss, I also wish the lady could wake up, but it's her who doesn't wish to, no matter what we try, it's useless, her condition... it's almost like she's in a vegetative state..." Hank uttered the last sentence in a voice as low as a mosquito's, unable to bear it!
Kevin Cliff, enraged, personally threw Hank out, closed the room door, and isolated everyone.
