The smell of disinfectant permeates the corridor.
The lights at the nurse's station were on in the middle of the night. The nurse on duty, Jiang Meiling, was holding a thermos cup and looking in the direction of the intensive care unit. The person lying in the VIP ward is no ordinary patient.
The second son of the Cheng Group and the wife of the best actor Cheng Shiyu.
When I was sent here three days ago, my whole body was covered with tubes, and the doctor said it was a question of whether I could wake up. But this Mrs. Cheng opened her eyes just when everyone felt that there was little hope.
Jiang Meiling remembers Cheng Shiyu's expression at that time - that man who was always calm and composed on the big screen, his fingers were so trembling that he could hardly hold the pen.
"Wanwan... Wanwan?" His voice was hoarse.
The woman on the hospital bed rolled her eyes blankly, her thick eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings. Her eyes wandered around the ward, and finally landed on Cheng Shiyu's face.
