"How do you feel now?"

The doctor in a white robe stood in front of Song Lisheng's hospital bed, Song Lisheng's mind was still a little dazed, and he had just woken up from the chaotic dream.

He slept longer and longer, and every time he woke up, he felt as if his hands and feet had been drained of strength, and he couldn't even hold his palms tightly, and the pain that spread from the center of his body crawled all over his body.

Is it because he is sick that he ends up like this, or is the light in front of him dimming inch by inch, so the vitality of the whole person is gradually extinguished?

Song Lisheng rubbed his temples and didn't speak immediately, seeing him like this, the doctor sighed and opened ......

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