Within a few days, Wu Zhuoya had been worn down to a gaunt figure.
However, her hard work had not been in vain. On the day the Soviet experts officially departed, He Tiantian, who had been in a coma for nearly a week, finally woke up.
"Mom, I want to eat meat!"
Upon waking, that was the first thing Tiantian said.
Wu Zhuoya didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Tiantian, you've been on a liquid diet these past few days because your stomach is weak. If you suddenly eat meat, you will have indigestion!"
After much persuasion and repeated promises, Wu Zhuoya finally managed to convince her daughter.
The doctor conducted an examination and, although he still found it strange, he cautioned, "Make sure to supplement her nutrition, her body is really weak!"
"...Doctor, is she pretending to be sick?" Wu Zhuoya did not speak, but He Weihong, who was by her side, couldn't help but ask.
The doctor rolled his eyes, "Nosebleeds for no reason and comatose for six days, you try faking that!"
