Zhang Xiuer was completely terrified by Zhao Yang's appearance. Her hands began to tremble, barely managing to hold on to the towel. When she finally composed herself, she walked to the bedside and looked at Zhao Yang's now normal face. Tears could no longer be contained in her eyes and streamed down!
The tears fell like raindrops, dripping onto the bedding. Zhang Xiuer simply didn't understand what had happened to Zhao Yang, nor how she could help him, how to help him escape his current predicament!
Could it be that all she could do now was to sit by the bedside to watch over him?
On the morning of the thirteenth day, Zhao Yang woke up from his sleep in a daze.
He opened his eyes slightly and what he first saw wasn't the ceiling of his home, but the hospital ward.
Zhao Yang was puzzled, why wasn't he sleeping at home, but here?
