New York, America.
It's already 2 AM.
In the VIP ward of the central hospital, there was still a figure in white, wiping the cold sweat from the forehead of the person in the hospital bed with a towel, occasionally checking his temperature.
Natasha woke from her sleep, noticing the figure in the room, and called out, "Miss Luo! Why are you still here!"
Dongye's attending physician, Flore, checked the IV drip at the head of the bed, "At the latest, he should wake up tonight! If he experiences any discomfort when he wakes, I need to know! To treat him promptly! If he keeps burning like this and doesn't wake up, it'll be very difficult for him to regain consciousness!"
Natasha, worried, got up and took a towel to wipe Dongye's body.
"Weren't you saying that the wound is healing well! Why is it so difficult for him to wake up! It's already been days!" Natasha said anxiously.
