When Leng Zimo regained consciousness again, it was already early the next morning.
"President Leng." Xiao Ding, who was sitting beside him, immediately leaned over with a look of joy when he saw him wake up, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay."
Leng Zimo propped himself up to get up, feeling pain in his left hand, only then noticing that it was wrapped in a layer of gauze.
Zhuo Yannan, who was sitting at a distance, also woke up from sleep upon hearing their conversation. Busy getting up, she and Xiao Ding helped him sit up. Zhuo Yannan was worried about him due to the situation last night and had stayed in the ward with Xiao Ding all night.
The two of them helped Leng Zimo sit up, and Xiao Ding poured a cup of warm water, inserted a straw, and handed it to Leng Zimo's lips, "Please have some water first."
