Later, Feng Shaojin's body functions gradually improved. Although the recovery was very slow, in the past six months, the shattered bones have grown back, the wounds from the surgery have healed, and the scars on his face and body have gradually disappeared. .

Because he was kept in a sterile room all year round and only basked in the sun once in a while, the man's fair skin turned into a bloodless cold white, and his beautifully curved lips became more red like blood.

Feng Shaojin's whole body was covered with infusion tubes, Feng Yichen continued his life with the most expensive medicine, and applied the best ointment on his body...

Feng Yichen looked at Feng Shaojin who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, with icy skin and fine bones, black hair like black ink, and skin as snow-colored. At first glance, he looked like a legendary vampire nobleman who lived in an ancient castle and slept for thousands of years , One day, I will wake up from my deep sleep.

Feng Yichen was immersed in joy, he didn't have the time to blame the doctor for wasting life essence, and he didn't have time to think about other things.

He soaked in the sea of ​​books, flipping through the books in the room, looking at the manuscripts that Chu Yunyao gave him later, over and over again, trying to find clues that he had neglected... .

Until Gu Wei hurried over, the always strong man almost wiped his tears and said, "Master Yichen, Master Shaojin has woken up."

When Feng Yichen heard the news, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, his scalp went numb for a moment, and he asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"Really!" Gu Wei raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Feng Yichen's eyes were bloodshot, he threw away the book in his hand, and rushed to the sterile ward like crazy.

The people inside had indeed woken up. The person in charge was wearing a sterile suit and was pulling out the infusion tube connected to Feng Shaojin's leg.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were open, his eyes were like knives, and he was as indifferent and cold as ever, but seeing all this in Feng Yichen's eyes, he felt that his brother's cold and sharp eyes were so kind, he hadn't seen it for a long, long time Feng Shaojin looked like he was asleep.

Feng Shaojin and Gu Wei changed into sterile clothes, entered the sterile room, held Feng Shaojin's hand, and said with a choked voice, "Brother, brother, you finally woke up."

Feng Shaojin's hand hadn't recovered its strength yet, and he couldn't lift it up. He looked disgusted, stared at Feng Yichen coldly, and asked, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

Feng Yichen was petrified.

After a while, Feng Shaojin sent another soul torture: "Who am I? What is this place?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Gu Wei: "..."

Feng Yichen only felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen again, he tentatively said, "Brother, don't you remember?"

Feng Shaojin stared at him coldly and snorted lightly.

Gu Wei rubbed his nose: The young master's appearance is very similar to the attitude towards strangers who have no feelings when they are young and untouched by the world.

Gu Wei said in a low voice: "Master, you have been in a coma for too long, you may not be able to remember for a while, but you may be able to remember after a few days when your health improves, let Master Yichen give you a checkup."

Afraid that Feng Shaojin would refuse, Gu Wei hurriedly said: "Master Yichen is really your younger brother, if you don't believe me, you can look in the mirror after you get out of the sterile room, he looks very similar to you... ..."

Feng Shaojin stared at Feng Yichen coldly, that scrutinizing and guarded eyes made one's hair stand on end.

Feng Yichen's heart was broken at this moment: Big brother woke up, but he no longer regarded him as a relative.

With the blood of his closest relatives by his side, he is still alone.

Gu Wei was also stung by the indifference in Feng Shaojin's eyes, he comforted: "Master Yichen, don't be too sad, it is already a great joy for the young master to wake up."