Feng Lixin has already started to use a ventilator. These days, he feels more and more difficult to breathe on his own.

"Old Jin, are my complications serious?" He asked Lao Jin, a full-time doctor who was packing up the ventilator.

"It's not serious. It's just that there is a little inflammation in the lungs. Lao Jin vaguely remarked.

"Okay old gold, you don't have to hide it from me. In fact, death is more of a relief for me. ”

As Feng Lixin's full-time doctor, Lao Jin can better understand Feng Lixin's daily pain and suffering: he does not live for himself, but for his younger brother Feng Xinglang.

Lao Jin sighed, "Not only the lungs, but also the hematopoietic function of your liver, and the excretory function of your kidneys have begun to have problems." ”

"You just say: How much time do I have left to live?" In the face of death, Feng Lixin asked calmly.

"If it's just conservative treatment every day, it won't take more than three months at most." Dr. Kim answered truthfully.

"Three months...... Trimester...... If I die like this, Xinglang will be even more lonely, more lonely, and even more hateful to the rest of the Feng family! I really can't bear that he will only have hatred as a companion for the rest of his life. That would ruin his life. I want to find him a good woman who can take good care of him after I die! ”

"How easy it is to say! With the second young master's temperament, how could he marry any woman at this time? Old Jin shook his head and sighed.

"I'm going to have to give it a try."

Feng Lixin's daily medicinal soup was fed by Feng Xinglang himself. No matter how busy he is, he will put down what he is doing and rush back.

And this time, Feng Lixin tilted his head to the side and refused to drink, "Xinglang, when will you help me marry my brother-in-law home?" ”

It's a cliché again. Feng Xinglang knew his brother's intentions: he wanted to have someone to take care of him after he died!

"Your eldest brother has not yet married a wife, why is my younger brother in a hurry." Feng Xinglang shirked.

"I don't look like a human or a ghost, how can a woman be willing to marry? It's clearly to drag down other girls. Besides, it's enough for me to have Yoyo! Feng Lixin said lightly.

It's a big truth, but the speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Feng Xinglang sent the medicine in the spoon to his lips, tested the temperature, and then sent it to Feng Lixin's lips again.

"You're disobedient, brother is in a bad mood and doesn't want to drink!"

Feng Lixin used his childhood tricks. It's just that at that time, most of them were to coax Feng Xinglang to drink medicine.

He could feel the growing hatred in his younger brother Feng Xinglang's eyes, and he was afraid that after his death, Feng Xinglang would really be swallowed up by hatred. Except for revenge, there is no one else who can make him attached.

If he had a family, a wife and children, it would be different!

Feng Xinglang slowly put the medicine spoon back into the bowl and said lightly: "Otherwise, in the name of your Feng Lixin, if there is really any woman who willingly agrees to marry, I will marry her!" How is it? ”

Feng Lixin was stunned: I didn't expect Feng Xinglang to agree, let alone that he would put forward such a condition.

"Marriage in my name? Didn't you deliberately embarrass other girls? ”

"I know you're afraid I'm lonely. But if this woman is not kind enough, her heart is not clean enough, and her purpose is not pure enough, how can you trust her brother for the rest of his life? ”

Feng Xinglang is sure: There will not be any pure-hearted women who will come to get married. Even if there were, it was something else.

Of course Feng Lixin is not at ease! But it seems that his younger brother Feng Xinglang's crooked reasoning still sounds a little reasonable: a woman with an unclean heart and an impure purpose can't take care of his younger brother.

Even more can't warm up Xinglang's hateful and lonely heart!

But in this world, is there such a beautiful woman?