As he spoke, Mad Blade weakly opened his eyes, spotting Yang Fei immediately, his eyes suddenly widened and he uttered a muffled sound.
"Is this...Brother Fei, did you kick the bucket too? Is this hell?"
Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh and walked over to help him with the blanket.
"Don't worry, neither of us kicked the bucket; I came back."
Mad Blade pulled out the oxygen tube from his mouth and couldn't help but try to get up. Lin Xueyi quickly stepped forward to hold him down.
"You just came out of the intensive care unit, don't move recklessly."
Despite this, Mad Blade stretched his neck, looking around in confusion.
"That's not right, this is a hospital room, hell doesn't look like this."
Yang Fei couldn't suppress his amusement and helped him sit up on the bed.
"Rest assured, this is not hell; people like us would definitely go to heaven, not hell, even if we did die."
Mad Blade dumbly stared at Yang Fei and extended his arm.
