The room was dimly lit and reeked of medicine.
As soon as Xiaofeng entered the room, she first opened a window to let the outside air in.
Haige stepped in and the medicinal smell was so strong it made her uncomfortable.
There was a person lying on the bed.
He lay there like a sleeping person, very peaceful.
Haige actually couldn't quite remember what Yecheng looked like, but she could clearly recognize the youth in front of her—indeed, it was Yecheng.
Xiaofeng had already sat by the bed, beginning to skillfully perform various rehabilitation exercises for Yecheng.
Watching her movements, Haige was struck with a thought, "Do you have to do these exercises for him every day?"
"Yes, otherwise how can we deal with his blood not circulating properly if he keeps lying in bed? He must do rehab every day, sometimes it's me, sometimes it's a nurse. I believe he will definitely wake up one day."
