Chen Feng, after drawing a mysterious symbol under Zhang Xuehui's bed with a red pen, turned smilingly to Zhang Peiling and said, "Don't worry, it's just a little something to ensure your brother's safety. Remember not to erase it while he's waking up."
Zhang Peiling couldn't understand what Chen Feng was doing. She had no idea what the symbol was for or why he would say it could protect her brother, but she nodded anyway to show she understood.
She knew Chen Feng was doing this for her brother's sake. Even if he were to paint under the bed or even smash the floor with a hammer, she probably wouldn't object.
"Mr. Chen, what exactly is wrong with my brother—why do the doctors say there's no way to treat him?" Zhang Peiling waited until Chen Feng was free to ask the question she'd been holding back for a while.
"Your brother has contracted a virus called Silavino, which has left him unconscious," Chen Feng explained after some thought.
