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The small hand hugged the paper crane glass bottle, Zhenzhen followed her sister and walked in. She quickly caught sight of her dad through the large glass and pressed her little cheeks to the window, calling out, "Dad, Dad——"
Father Liu, having slept inside, had a night's rest and a lot of the anesthesia had worn off, so he was much more awake. Lying on the bed, he looked up to see his daughter's little face, his mouth moving.
Zhenzhen listened hard to what her father was saying, then turned to the doctor and said, "My dad says he thanks Doctor Sister."
"You don't need to thank me," Xie Wanying told the father and daughter.
Time passed quickly, and the doctor said dad needed to rest. Zhenzhen held up the paper crane bottle to show her father: "Doctor Sister and I folded these paper cranes for dad, and with this, dad will get well very soon."
The corners of Father Liu's eyes were moist.