Not long after, Mu Yan woke up.
The doctor checked her and said that her condition was improving, but there were still quite a few sequelae.
For example, she would feel dizzy, her body weak, and the rash on her body would take some time to dissipate.
Mu Yan didn't expect to sleep for so long, and of course, she also learned why she fell into a coma.
She looked at the shaggy-bearded man by the bedside, pursed her lips, and said, "How did you make yourself look so disheveled?"
Lian Jun couldn't help but say, "During your coma, the young master stayed by your side all the time, barely closing his eyes."
Hearing this, Mu Yan felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She looked at him with reproach, "Why are you so silly? It was just an allergy; it's not like I was dying."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Jingheng scolded coldly.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it incessantly, "I'm sorry, I was too harsh, but don't say the word 'die', I can't bear it."
