Soon, several experts immediately walked in to check on Zhuo Junyue, "Congratulations Mr. Zhuo, Young Master Zhuo is about to wake up."
Zhuo Junyue's head felt a bit sore, heavy, and he could vaguely hear some noisy sounds.
His eyes had been in the darkness for a long time, so the doctor immediately instructed the nurse to draw the room curtains.
Zhuo Junyue's throat felt dry, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.
"Son, I'm your dad, can you recognize my voice?"
Zhuo Zhengxiu was really worried - in case the surgery made him lose his memory and forget even him.
"Dad..."
Zhuo Junyue softly called out. His voice was not loud, but it sounded heavenly to Zhuo Zhengxiu's ears.
He hasn't lost his memory. This time, his old heart could finally calm down a bit.
"Son, dad is here, you are finally awake."
"Dad, where's the little one?" Zhuo Junyue heard Zhuo Zhengxiu's voice but did not hear the little one's voice.
