You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Dr. Price held his breath, showing an unprecedented level of seriousness.

Miss Scott was also there to help him with disinfection.

"Does it work?" Frank couldn't help but question, he doesn't actually believe in this stuff.

Dr. Price looked back at Frank and said coolly, "It works, you are simply too impatient, I can also help you to get some medicine for it."

Frank, "..."

About half an hour later.

He began to remove the equipment.

Frank watched anxiously from the sidelines, and to be honest, he had tried to restrain himself, and if it were any other day, he would have been thunderstruck.

Everyone saw it clearly.

Cecelia's eyelids twitched gently.

into an o-shape and he and Miss

Frank was wildly excited, and for the first time in days, he saw

time to wake up." Dr. Price said unhurriedly. This time,

by, waiting

gotten up and left the ICU, where she went to prepare some

the ward is extraordinarily quiet, so quiet that even the sound of breathing is

expected, about

slowly opened

and shining, like a bright light suddenly lit up in the dark night, illuminating the

excited that he

Dr. Price put his index finger between his lips,

gestured to Miss Scott with

the remote control switch, Cecelia's hospital bed little by little to support, until Cecelia

opened it, and gently placed it

mist lingering, the sprayed medication helped

hand to indicate that she was fully

mask and removed each of the nutritional support