When Professor Liu was about to hit Feng Haiying with a broom, she heard a voice.

"mom!"

Professor Liu froze in disbelief. Was he hallucinating?

"mom!"

This time, the voice was clearer. Although it was hoarse and dry, she could hear it clearly. It was National Day, the voice of National Day.

The broom fell to the ground, and she slowly turned around. When her eyes met her son's open eyes, tears burst out like a flood. She covered her mouth with her hands, gasping for breath, unable to cry out, only tears streaming desperately.

Feng Guoqing's eyes were also blurred with tears, "Mom!"

Three days later, he was conscious and could hear and feel. He knew everything his father did for him and remembered every word his father said in his ear.

He should have left long ago, but he couldn't bear to make his family sad, so he didn't dare to leave, and couldn't leave. He persisted like this for three days.

Fortunately, fortunately he waited for this day.

Professor Liu threw himself on the bed, hugged his son and burst into tears.

This was probably the most embarrassing moment in her life.

This must be the happiest moment of her life.

Song Yun silently put away the needle. She had just noticed that Feng Guoqing's heartbeat kept accelerating when Professor Liu and his ex-husband were arguing. She knew the time had come. She gave him a helping hand, helping him break free from the shackles and seize control of his body.

Feng Haiying was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. Guoqing woke up, really woke up.

As a father, he was naturally happy that his son had woken up, but at the same time, he also had many complicated emotions. Since he could wake up, why didn't he wake up earlier? Now everything is too late.

After the two of them calmed down, Feng Haiying finally found an opportunity to walk over and asked Feng Guoqing, "Guoqing, you're finally awake. Do you know how worried your mother and I were about you during the three days you were unconscious?"

Feng Guoqing looked at Feng Haiying and smiled slightly. "Are you worried about me in your new family, with your new wife, and the three children you're raising for others?"

Feng Haiying's face froze and he almost lost face.

"Guoqing, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm your father, how can I not hope for your well-being?"

Feng Guoqing said calmly, "Although I haven't woken up in the past three days, I know everything that happened at home. I know who wishes me the best, who is sincere, and who is fake. I know it all clearly."

Feng Haiying thought that he had only visited his son a few times in the past three years. Every time he came, he just took a quick look outside and left. In his heart, he really didn't care much about his unconscious son. But when his son said it to his face, he felt dissatisfied.

Song Yun then spoke up, "The patient is weak and needs to rest. Comrade, please go first. We can talk later if there's anything else."

The words Feng Haiying was about to say got stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go down, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.