Jiang Jinsang woke up late in the evening, and the Jiang Family came to visit one after another. The night had already grown deep, yet they hadn't left.
According to Zhou Zhongqing's medical orders, Tang Wan prepared some warm water. She took a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and first helped to moisten his lips. Some surgeries might not allow the patient to drink water the same day, but the next day they could drink a little. Jiang Jinsang's case was rather special; he needed an imaging test the next day before they could consider letting him drink water.
Tang Wan held the cotton swab, and gently wetted his lips. Someone stared intently at her the whole time.
His lips were pale, but his eyes were full of laughter.
He slightly lifted his hand. Tang Wan frowned, "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
His throat was so hoarse he could barely articulate a single syllable, "...Hand."
