Just as Tan Rou had said, Zhuang Yan woke up on the third day. Zhuang Yan, who had just woken up, could not speak. He could only blink a few times and make a hoarse voice.
Because she knew in advance that Zhuang Yan would wake up anytime, Shen Jing did not dare to leave Zhuang Yan for a moment these few days. She carefully wiped Zhuang Yan's body, hoping that he would wake up cleanly.
As she wiped, Shen Jing felt that the range of his hands was very large. She stared at his hands and realized that it was not her imagination.
Not only did he move his hand, but his arm also moved subconsciously. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
Shen Jing immediately went to close the curtains. A patient who had been sleeping for a long time could not see the bright light, lest the bright light hurt his eyes.
"Yan, can you hear me?" Shen Jing quickly returned to the bedside and asked softly, "Ah Yan, it's me, Jingjing. Can you hear me?"
