Chapter 1337: Chapter 979: Poison Doctor Unrivaled 40 (Four Thousand)_2
Murong Xue’s eyes were filled with anxiety, accompanied by expectation, and she dared not blink for fear of missing any bit of her mother’s reaction.
However, after a cup of tea, after almost half an hour, although the person on the bed had her eyelashes twitching, she did not make any larger movements.
She gently placed her fingers on Xi Yue’s pulse, waited for a moment, and then let out a breath of relief.
Xi Yue’s pulse was very calm, without any awkwardness, it seemed like waking up was a sure thing, she decided to wait a little longer.
Murong Xue held Xi Yue’s left hand in both of hers, resting it against her own cheek, staring unblinkingly at the person on the bed.
Perhaps mother and daughter are Heart Connected, just when Murong Xue’s eyes were tired from staring and she wanted to rub them, Xi Yue miraculously opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed for over ten years, and Murong Xue held her breath, watching her every move with excitement.
Xi Yue looked just like a newborn baby, desperately opening her eyes wide, stretching the ache around her eyes, and even her arms and legs started to move consciously; she was stretching her limbs. Despite having someone turn her, bathe her, and massage her daily, only the patient knows how uncomfortable her body feels.
Faced with an unclear view, heavy breathing, she stiffly turned her head; what appeared in her view was a somewhat blurry silhouette. She then realized her arm was being held, frowned and tried to pull back, but she suddenly made a sound.
"Mom...," a gentle call, made Xi Yue’s body tense up instantly. She tried to see the other’s look, but no matter how she rubbed her eyes, all she saw was a blur, only faintly discerning a contour. The hands holding hers reversed to gently touch the other’s face, soft and delicate.
She lowered her head, moved her stiff head, and tried to lift her other arm, only to find it wouldn’t rise. She tried several times, failing each time, becoming somewhat frustrated, she exerted more strength, resulting in a cramp; the pain contorted her features until another hand was also held by a pair of warm hands, resting against her face. When those hands felt the warmth, her eyes uncontrollably reddened, even shedding tears.
"Mom...," yes, that’s the voice, is she calling her? Xi Yue turned her head, following the sound, smelling a pleasant fragrance, seemingly carrying a faint scent. She wished to speak but found her throat parched, unable to produce a sound.
Murong Xue noticed this detail, immediately took a cup of spiritual spring water from the space, half embracing Xi Yue, bringing the cup to her lips.
"Mom... drink water. It’s very sweet water!
Xi Yue’s mouth felt dry and parched, bitter even, not tasting good. The moment she felt water touching her lips, she instinctively drank greedily. Before long, the cup was empty, and Murong Xue sneakily refilled it, and once again it soon ran dry. After three cups of water down, she finally felt more comfortable.
She knew that waking up just now, she was still in a blurry, insensitive state, so she didn’t rush to feed her, letting her drink some water first to acclimate to the current environment. Especially since the water was spiritual spring water, beneficial to the body without any drawbacks.
The frail Xi Yue still couldn’t sit up on her own, needing Murong Xue’s support to barely hold up her body.
Xi Yue couldn’t speak; Murong Xue gave her time to react, quietly sitting behind her, half-embracing her, gently massaging her arms.
Xi Yue’s head turned left and right, adjusting to everything, seeing her bewildered look, Murong Xue sighed in her heart, fearing that the recovery period after awakening would be long. Such a situation was like being born anew; if possible, she wished she could lose her memory, only then a true rebirth would occur.
When Murong Han entered, he saw such a harmonious scene: mother and daughter clearly cuddled together, yet silently, quietly embracing.
Murong Xue sensed Murong Han’s gasp, turned her head, eyes red, looking at him with a trembling voice.
"Brother～～."
Murong Han stepped fast towards them, gently rubbed her head, as if afraid of disturbing Xi Yue, gently walked around the bed to the opposite side, meticulously observing Xi Yue.
