"Doctor, why hasn't my son woken up yet?"
The doctor turned his head to glance at Qiu Zilong lying in the bed, then flipped through the examination results in his hand.
"According to the indicators, his recovery isn't bad, but waking up is related to many factors. For now, it seems there is nothing serious to worry about. Don't be too anxious."
Upon hearing this, Brother Long's mother felt somewhat relieved. The doctor had given her a reassuring pill, but his words were ambiguous. If the recovery was going well, why was he still in a comatose state?
In the corridor, a police officer was always on guard outside. Every time Brother Long's mother went out, she would encounter him, and over time she came to understand that he was also waiting for her son to wake up.
"Young man, you must be tired, right? Come inside and take a seat."
