"You are even smiling now, that's great! It seems like your progress is miraculous!" An Hao complimented him a few times but didn't waste more time; she started to ask the patient about his condition when he fell into a coma last year, wondering if he could still recall, "Last year, you had a gallstone surgery. The cardiothoracic surgeon Ma Mei was your primary surgeon, and I was her assistant. Can you remember that?"
The patient was silent for a long time, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
An Hao knew he was thinking and quietly watched him, waiting for an answer.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The surgery scene from a year ago began to slowly emerge in the patient's mind, gradually shifting from blurry to clear.
"Mm," after a long while, so long that An Hao thought he had fallen asleep, he emitted a sound like a murmur in his sleep.
