Xiaoyi felt very uncomfortable, but she tried her best to endure it: "Doctor, what can he eat?"
"For the time being, feed him the food he usually eats. When he has special requirements, he will mention them."
"But he can't even speak yet."
"I believe it won't take long before he will."
Xiaoyi felt relieved and asked his servants to have beef tendon soup, which is good for improving human immunity, anti-aging, and improving blood quality.
Three years ago, after the congestion and swelling in Leng Lintian's brain disappeared, he was able to open his eyes, eat, and swallow...
It's just that he is always in a coma with his eyes open.
Doctors can't explain why this happens, because people in a pure vegetative state cannot open their eyes or eat.
Leng Lintian obviously didn't want to wake up, resisted the world, and indulged in some kind of chaotic mental state.
Now that he was stimulated, he finally had to wake up.
Xiaoyi personally poured warm water to feed him, but Leng Lintian frowned coldly, not appreciative.
"Master, drink some, your lips are dry."
Jing Jiaren's other hand was still free: "How about I feed it."
Murderous intent flashed quickly in Xiaoyi's eyes.
But he still handed the water to Jing Jiaren...
She tentatively brought the water glass close to him. Leng Lintian opened his mouth slightly and was willing to drink.
Jing Jiaren felt both relieved and extremely worried.
She is not irresponsible, but she only feels guilty towards Leng Lintian, which is not the same as love.
Using her own life to wake him up this time was considered as compensation for him saving her life... Or maybe her sacrifice was far from enough, but she couldn't continue to stay by his side to take care of her.
Because Jing Jiaren is afraid that he will become more attached to her!
After all, Leng Lin just woke up, and after holding his hands for a long time, he began to feel tired, and their palms were dripping with sweat.
Jing Jiaren was silent for a while and said, "Shall I read to you?"
"..."
"Study, stay with you, I won't leave?"
I don't know if Leng Lintian understood, but when Jing Jiaren pulled her hand away, he didn't hold her hand.
It's probably because he didn't have the strength to hold her tightly. His fingers were still very stiff, and the blood had not flowed for a long time, so he couldn't use his strength.
Jing Jiaren withdrew her hand, her palms filled with his remaining warmth.
Picking up the newspaper beside the bedside table, she began to read to him.
Leng Lintian Liuli's eyes rolled lightly, and there was a calm look on his face.
Jing Jiaren read the newspaper all afternoon, fed Leng Lintian some rice porridge and soup, and took care of him inside and out for several hours. Finally, he was tired.
The moment he knitted his beautiful eyelashes, Jing Jiaren also breathed a sigh of relief.
Leng Lintian really woke up...
Looking at his sleeping face, he was calm and calm, like a heroic angel.
Before leaving, Jing Jiaren wanted to give him something.
Didn't he always want her to draw a picture for him? This time she painted his portrait herself!
There were no sketching pencils in the living room. Jing Jiaren walked into the study and accidentally bumped the pencil case, causing a pile of pens to fall to the floor.
Jing Jiaren knelt down to pick it up, when someone opened the door and walked in.
Before Jing Jiaren could say anything, the bodyguard closed the door and spoke first: "Sister Yi, do you really want to get rid of that woman?"
"Oh, the young master is already awake, there's no point in keeping her here."
"I understand, let's do it tonight?"
Jing Jiaren almost broke the pen in her hand, Xiaoyi wanted to kill her?
"Who is there!" Xiaoyi suddenly glanced towards the desk.