Zhao Yuefei had been in a coma for so long, she finally woke up.
Qin Jiang greeted his mother and sister and immediately rushed to the Martial Arts Department.
In a special care ward.
Zhao Yuefei lay weakly on the hospital bed, her pretty face still pale and devoid of color.
Shen Yuerong was taking care of her by her side.
Zhao Yuefei pursed her red lips, "Where's Qin Jiang? Is he alright?"
Shen Yuerong said, "Sister Zhao, you're still unwell, and yet you're so concerned about him?"
Zhao Yuefei's face blushed slightly as she said softly, "Isn't that what friends should do?"
Shen Yuerong smiled meaningfully.
Just then, Qin Jiang strode in.
"Awake?"
Seeing Zhao Yuefei awake, a hint of joy appeared on Qin Jiang's face.
"If you hadn't woken up, you would've starved to death," Zhao Yuefei complained while sipping her porridge.
Qin Jiang walked up and grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Yuefei's face colored.
"I'm taking your pulse!"
"Oh," Zhao Yuefei responded.
