“娘……我…”木言刚要开口，喉咙却有些发干，气息不稳。昏迷了多久？记忆像潮水般涌回来，车祸的惊吓，然后就是这冰冷的手术台。她动了动手指，刺骨的消毒水味传来，让她皱了皱眉。 “ unconscious for three days, you little thing.” The middle-aged woman, surnamed Ma, held her hand and patted it gently, her eyes full of relief, as if she had personally walked through a storm. “Don’t talk so much, rest first, rest first.” Ma Yulan is her mother, an abandoned child brought back by her grandparents when she was a child. She is a mid-level cadre in the village, gentle and kind, but also a little overly protective. Even now, seeing her child awake, she still looks as if she is about to burst into tears. 木言 took a deep breath and sat up. The room was simple, with a wooden bed and a shelf of medicine cabinets. Sunlight comes in through the window, making the room bright. From this room, you can see the lush green fields outside, and the distant factory smokestacks. The distance between the two is close and far. “Where am I, Ma?”