Late at night.
Chen Yu carefully pushed open the door to the room and approached the hospital bed, glancing first at the various indicators on the monitoring equipment.
There was almost no change.
Then again, it was unlikely there would be any change. He was in a vegetative state; it would be a miracle if there was.
Just as Chen Yu was about to begin, he suddenly heard a sound from behind him.
It was Jennifer. She'd set up a folding bed in the corner of the room and was lying there.
"Sorry for waking you," Chen Yu apologized, then asked why she wasn't home resting.
'With Carl's condition, just watching over him won't make him get any better.'
Jennifer sat up, wrapping the blanket around herself. She glanced at Carl first, then said bitterly, "I lost my home a long time ago. Wherever Carl is, that's my home."
Chen Yu sighed to himself. He didn't press the matter and quietly began to massage Carl.
