"Are you feeling better? Is there any part of your body that still feels uncomfortable? What did the doctor say?" Zhao Mo's mother held her daughter's hand, her eyes scanning up and down Mochu's body.
Mochu was tall and graceful, but after lying in the hospital for so long, her complexion had turned somewhat pale.
And just by chance, Zhao's mother had been busy yesterday and hadn't made it over.
When she received the news that her daughter had awakened and checked herself out of the hospital,
she and Zhao Heng searched for a whole day before they remembered this place, and sure enough, they found her here.
Tears then began to well up in her eyes, "You've lost weight, so much weight. You need to be replenished. What are you doing living here alone? Come home with Mom, starting today I'll nurture you back to health."
Because she had been lying in bed for quite a while, her body's functions had slightly regressed, though it wasn't severe, she had become alarmingly thin.
