I Really Am a Slag Shou!

6.22

For Chi Zhao, he felt like he opened his eyes again not long after he closed it. To him, it felt like only a few minutes had passed, but how could anyone wake up just a few minutes after being shot? Thinking this, Chi Zhao calculated inside and guessed that he had probably been unconscious for about three to five days.

He slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids felt extremely heavy. It took him a while to finally see where he was.

Hmm? Not the hospital?

From the furnishings.....It seems to be a bedroom?

Chi Zhao blinked in confusion a few times. By now, all the lethargy and heaviness from earlier was gone. He got ready to sit up but found that his arm couldn't be used at all. Recalling that he was shot, he moved his head with difficulty and saw that he was covered in a thin golden-brown quilt and there was also an infusion tube on his hand. Apart from that, there was nothing else on him.

Where's the nose cannula? The bandages?

The place he was hit was his back, but Chi Zhao was currently lying on his back and he didn't feel any pain or discomfort.

Could it be......that the system still hadn't cancelled the pain shield?

Chi Zhao felt that the situation probably wasn't as simple as he thought it was. After a moment of silence, Chi Zhao used all his strength to pinch the tip of his finger. The slight pain that came from it proved that the shielding was off.

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A terrifying thought formed in his mind. Chi Zhao quickly called out to the system, "System! I couldn't have slept for several decades, right?! Did I become a grey-haired old man? Where's Wen Yu?! Did he also become an old man?!""

System: "........."

Before the system could answer, the door to the room suddenly opened and the person outside walked in. His condition was very bad, and he looked worse than Chi Zhao who laid in bed.

He usually stayed in this room, ate in this room and also slept in this room. Except for when he must go out, he would stay in this room almost all the time.

The person on the bed continued to lay there with his eyes closed day after day. It was clearly just some internal injury, but he didn't wake up. Famous doctors from all over the world were called over to check but no one could explain this situation. In the end, they had no choice but to tell him that there were many mysterious diseases in this world, and some couldn't be diagnosed by doctors.

They also very tactfully told him that Wen Xijun might never wake up at this rate and hoped that he could mentally prepare himself.

He listened silently to the words of countless doctors, but he chose not to believe in them.

He brought Wen Xijun back to the Song residence from Country Meng, bought the best medical equipment and also hired dozens of experienced and capable medical staff to work there.

When they are not needed, they are cleaners, cooks and butlers. When needed, they would immediately take off their work clothes, put on their white coats and hurry over to check on the man who showed no signs of waking up.

A single accident had not only caused Wen Xijun to fall into a coma, it also exposed his feelings to everyone.

When the accident happened, as long as the others had eyes, one could tell that his care and concern for Wen Xijun had gone far beyond the boundaries of a foster father and son relationship. They even dared to say that if Wen Xijun wasn't saved, he would definitely avenge Wen Xijun and then follow him to the next world.