Hearing Li Chuan's question, Lan Yubo seemed to be reminded of some unforgettable memory, and his eyes showed a trace of solemnity: "When Xiaobao was seven, he had an accident, was in a coma for three days and nights, and after waking up, he became like this. He has always liked eating chicken, needs to eat a dozen a day, and occasionally goes crazy."
After speaking, Lan Yubo let out a long sigh.
Now, there are still people at home who can take care of Lan Xiaobao, but he's getting old, and Xiaobao's father will also grow old eventually. How will Xiaobao live at that time?
With Lan Xiaobao like this, it's doomed he won't be able to get a wife.
He doesn't dare to think about the days to come.
"Has it always been like this over the years?" Li Chuan asked with curiosity, as usually a coma is the body's self-protection mechanism, and there should be no problem once conscious.
But now, clearly, Lan Xiaobao is not in such a situation.
