Zhang Yun saw Yuan Yunong holding her waist and looking particularly uncomfortable, so she quickly went forward to support her: "Don't worry, let me do it."
"I'm sorry, Aunt, I have an injury on my waist."
"I know. Looking at you, it's clear your waist is uncomfortable."
"Then I'll go to the nurse and see if there's a broom and dustpan! You mustn't hurt your hands!"
"Okay."
Half a minute later, Yuan Yunong came back with the items. Zhang Yun took the key from under the bed, swept up the glass with the broom, and cleaned up.
At this moment, she straightened up and happened to see Qin Jian opening his eyes.
"Son, you're awake!"
Zhang Yun excitedly leaned forward, finally letting the heavy weight in her heart fall to the ground.
Although Qin Jian was awake, his head still hurt terribly. He gently moved and made a weak sound from his throat: "Mom! Why are you here?"
