At this time, a miracle happened. Just after Jing Jiaren was dragged away, Leng Lintian, who couldn't even hold a pen on the bed, suddenly moved his body violently.
"Master, don't move!"
Leng Lintian moved his body vigorously... painful thin sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although Xiaoyi has been massaging him every day for more than three years, it has only been to prevent his muscles from atrophying.
It is indeed very difficult for a person who has been comatose for such a long time to suddenly start to act.
But Leng Lintian moved his body so forcefully that his entire upper body fell onto the soft clothes.
The doctor said loudly: "Stop him quickly and do the reexamination step by step. Forcible movements will only strain his muscles and nerves."
Xiaoyi never expected that Leng Lintian would be so excited when he saw Jing Jiaren.
"Master, don't move, I will call her back now."
"..."
"What are you still doing? Go and bring Jing Jiaren back!"
The remaining three bodyguards were shouted out...
Xiaoyi and the doctor helped Leng Lintian's body up and forced him to lie down on the bed.
His handsome face was still numb and expressionless, but there seemed to be a devouring light in his originally calm eyes.
Xiaoyi's lips trembled: "Aren't you saying that he doesn't have the ability to identify yet, so he won't recognize us?"
Leng Lintian looked at her with such strange eyes...
She is the left hand guard who has been by his side for more than 20 years since childhood.
He could be indifferent to her.
But he had a huge reaction when he saw Jing Jiaren...
The doctor began to sweat on his forehead: "Yes, how could this happen? This is not in line with common sense."
Xiaoyi felt sad and embarrassed: "Master, how could you do this to me!"
She also knew in her heart that only Jing Jia could bring miracles.
After nearly four years of careful care, Leng Lintian gained a cold sleep. But when he saw Jing Jiaren for the first time, his half-clasped hand opened. This time it was Jing Jiaren who awakened him, so in his subconscious
He has Jing Jiaren in his mind, so it's not surprising that he would react when he saw her at first sight.
But he didn't know Xiaoyi, which made her feel sad and at the same time, she had a huge murderous intention towards Jing Jiaren.
As long as Jing Jiaren exists, she will always occupy the young master's heart.
Jing Jiaren was dragged back by the bodyguards again...
"Let me go, what on earth do you want to do?"
A big palm pushed Jing Jiaren, and she stumbled forward two steps and almost fell to her knees beside the bed.
Leng Lintian's cold face finally showed a strange expression.
In the end, he still didn't make any expression, but slowly stretched out his right hand...
Jing Jiaren watched in shock as he slowly handed his hand to her, half holding it.
Jing Jiaren's heart felt as if she had been stung by a scorpion, and she was stunned for a moment: "Leng Lintian?"
"Master wants to shake hands with you!" Xiaoyi yelled in embarrassment, "Hold him, hurry up!"
I'm afraid that if it takes one more second, the young master's hands will get tired.
How difficult it was for him to lift——
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but reach out her hand and hold his.
The devouring light in Leng Lintian's eyes flickered for a moment. His face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes, he seemed to be smiling. Was he laughing, or was it her imagination?
Jing Jiaren looked at him, but why was she so sad? She felt like she was crying.
The two of them put their hands together. Leng Lintian couldn't hold the pen, but he held Jing Jiaren's hand.