Jian Qingqing said happily, "My name is Jian Qingqing. Do you still remember what happened? You've been in a coma for almost a month!"
Li Baode wanted to recall what happened, but his head was dizzy. When he recalled it, he still felt a sharp pain. He moaned in pain.
Jian Qingqing hurriedly said, "If you can't remember, then don't think about it for the time being. You've been unconscious for so long, so it's normal for your mind to feel uncomfortable for a while. You can think about it after you've rested."
Li Baode nodded obediently and closed his eyes to sleep again. Right now, he felt that every part of his body was in pain, and his entire body was weak and weak. He could not move even if he wanted to, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. His mind was muddled again.
After he fell asleep, Jian Qingqing checked his pulse, but she still could not see anything. She smiled at Wei Wusheng in a fawning manner.
