"Idiot, Zhou Yan, can you hear me talking?"
Jiang Ningxin saw the complex changes in Zhou Yan's face in an instant, and his temperament also seemed to have undergone an astonishing change suddenly. She felt a mix of apprehension and joy because Zhou Yan's expression had changed so shockingly, proving that he now possessed the power of judgment, true analytical and thinking abilities.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan came back to his senses, looking at the forged ancient book in front of him. He reached out to take it, but the stiffness in his arm made it nearly impossible to move it flexibly.
Yet Zhou Yan's soul was incredibly strong, driving the power of his physical body as his hands trembled to accept the book.
He shifted his body on the hospital bed, leaning against the headboard, and placed the ancient book on the clean yet dusty and dirty bedding.
"You are... Jiang Ningxin? Grandpa Jiang's precious granddaughter? The same Jiang Ningxin who has been taking care of my daily needs?"
