After standing for about five minutes, she let out a gentle sigh and then sat down in the black chair, flipped open the silver notebook, pressed the power button, pushed her chaotic thoughts away, and immersed herself in work.
...
In the manor.
At 10 in the morning, when the IV drip was almost finished, Mo Shichen finally regained consciousness. Sweaty all over in the depth of winter with a high temperature that was uncomfortable, his brain was foggy, his body limp and weak.
The situation was almost the same as the days immediately following his surgery.
Because he was on an IV drip, Mother Su and the doctor were always by his side. Seeing the man open his eyes, Mother Su hurried over, "Young Master, you're awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you want us to take you to the hospital?"
"No need."
Only upon speaking did he realize how hoarse his voice was.
