A person like Jingen might have eaten his conscience and conscience into a dog’s stomach by now.
When Changsheng was lying on the operating table again, he no longer knew who he was?
When the shadowless lamps hit his face again, he only stared blankly. His body was constantly trembling and convulsing. It was unknown whether he was afraid of the cold or afraid.
He took deep breaths from time to time, trying to calm himself down. He told himself that they were saving him, not harming him. Yes, they were saving him, saving him.
His eyes slowly closed. In fact, he was worried that he could wake up again. Would he die just like that.
He moved his fingers, but it was still as weak as the last time. It was the same pain.
“Changsheng, Changsheng, is it you?”
The sudden voice made Changsheng suddenly open his eyes, and he instantly woke up.
Why did this voice sound like Liang Zi’s.
