"Where's Youyuan? Didn't they say he would wake today?" Baidie glanced around but couldn't see Bai Youyuan's figure.
The researcher said, "He should be waking up in a few minutes, but Mr. Bai has been asleep for too long; getting out of bed might be difficult. Miss Die can accompany him in the room."
"Can I?" Baidie was pleasantly surprised and quickly walked toward Bai Youyuan's room.
Bai Youyuan was thirty-two years old. At this moment, he lay quietly on the bed like a sleeping prince. If you looked closely, you would find shadows of Bai Xiao on his face.
"Youyuan! Youyuan!" The macaw saw its owner and excitedly cried out, flapping its wings as it flew into the room.
Baidie frowned and asked, "Can this bird come in?"
"Yes, Mr. Bai has already recovered."
"Okay." Baidie relaxed and walked into the room, standing by the bedside, watching the still comatose Bai Youyuan.
"Youyuan! Youyuan!"
The macaw was too excited and kept calling out loudly, filling the room with noise.
