"What's wrong with Jianjun?" Cai Baoqin asked, her face pale.
"What's wrong? You should be glad to hear he's not dead!" Yan Juan retorted sarcastically.
"Yan Juan!" Yan Jian Country scolded softly, then coldly looked at Cai Baoqin and said, "Take San San inside to visit."
Cai Baoqin pursed her lips, finding it surprisingly difficult to move, and couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, why? How did things end up like this?
When Yan Jianjun woke up, it was already the next day, his situation rather grim. The worst situation, as the doctor put it, had occurred—his recognition of people was already unclear, half of his body was paralyzed and immobile, and he couldn't even control his own excretions.
