At this moment, Anna was sitting by the bed, gently feeding Clifford some porridge.
He has been asleep for so long, and he is kept alive on the Phytolacca nutrient solution every day.
When he just woke up, he could only eat porridge.
Outside the courtyard, beside the artificial lake, Vincent, Jean and Glen sat chatting together.
Vincent held a medical book in his hand, and a faint smell of smoke wafted up. He looked at the two men opposite him with disdain. "You want me to choke to death? Can't you guys smoke a little less?"
Glen took a sip of his cigarette and faced him. His face exploded. "So much bullshit?"
Vincent patted the medical book, then looked at Jean and raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "How? If I say it can heal, surely it can, right? Now that he's awake, what gift will you give me?"
"What do you want?" The man brought a cigarette to his lips, his eyes fell into the lake, and he asked with a smile.
