"What? Doctor, what do you mean by that?"
"Is my sister going to become... a vegetable?"
"Doctor, how long will it take for her to wake up?"
Ning Yibin, his wife, and An Ping hurriedly gathered around, each one more anxious than the other, asking.
"It's hard to say, maybe two months, half a year, or even longer!" the doctor said regretfully.
The air suddenly went silent, and everyone seemed to be frozen.
After waiting for a long time, this was not the result they wanted.
After a while, Zhang Yun's cry of sorrow broke the dreadful silence.
"What will happen to my son and grandson?!"
"Don't cry, don't cry!" Ning Yibin held his wife tightly, tears in his eyes, "You're making it harder for your son to bear!"
The hospital bed was wheeled out of the operating room, An Hao lay on it, her face pale, silent.
