Chapter: 4

Female doctor: "It's hard to say. If it is fast, it will take three or four months, and if it is slow, it may take as long as possible." After a pause, he said, "You are so young, it will definitely go well."

Time flies, and an autumn rain has officially entered the autumn in City A.

In the evening, Qin Anan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

She walked over to the bed, opened the moisturizing cream she bought today, and spread it evenly on the skin.

"Fu Shiting, why don't I wipe it for you too! The weather is really dry recently." She said, walking to Fu Shiting's side.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she dipped a little moisturiser on her fingers and rubbed it on his face.

His eyes opened instantly, deep as amber, like a gem.

She was shocked by the light in his eyes, and her breathing became heavy.

Although I can see him open his eyes every day, but every time I see him open his eyes, I am still shocked.

"Am I moving too much? But I'm not pushing hard!" Her fingers continued to massage gently on his cheeks.

At the same time, I thought to myself�


"Fu Shiting, I read the news on the Internet and said that you have never had a girlfriend. It must be because you are not in good health... But I think you are in good shape! Those strong arms... these strong thighs..."

She moisturised him, then raised her hand and patted his arms and legs.

Her movements are absolutely light, and there is absolutely no problem with photographing people.

But his reaction made her widen her eyes instantly�

Because... she seemed to hear a man's voice.

"Fu Shiting, is that you?! Did you speak just now?" Qin Anan jumped up from the edge of the bed, her apricot eyes widened and she looked at his face.

He also looked at her-

Unlike before, when he opened his eyes before, his eyes were indifferent. But now, his eyes are facing her, and there are emotions in it!

Although this emotion carries anger, hatred and a little doubt.

"Sister Zhang!" Qin Anan rushed out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and ran downstairs, "Sister Zhang, Fu Shiting is awake! He spoke, he really woke up!"

Her face was flushed, her heart arrhythmia, and her chest heaved rapidly.

Fu Shiting woke up.

She was sure he was awake because not only did he open his eyes, but he also said something to her.

Although his voice was hoarse and speaking slowly, it was full of deterrence.

He asked her 'who are you'.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

Everyone around her told her that he was going to die soon, so she never thought about what he would do if he woke up.

After she shouted, Mrs. Zhang, the doctor, and the bodyguard hurried over.

Half an hour later, the villa was full of people.

Everyone couldn't believe that Fu Shiting would wake up.

"Shi Ting, mom knows you will wake up!" Mrs. Fu cried with joy.


Fu Han: "Shi Ting, it's good for you to wake up. Do you know how much we worry about you, especially your mother, your sad hair is all white."

After examining Fu Shiting's physical condition, the doctor said to Mrs. Fu, "This is nothing short of a miracle! During the last examination, there was no sign of improvement. Now that Mr. Fu can speak, we only need to follow up with rehabilitation treatment. It's basically back to normal."

The surprise came too suddenly, and Mrs. Fu couldn't bear the good news, her ankles softened and she fainted.

Fu Han took Mrs. Fu out.

In the room, the doctor, Mrs. Zhang, the bodyguard, and Qin Anan, who stood at the door and dared not come in, were left. She was still stunned.

Fu Shiting's aura when he woke up was really terrifying.

He was sitting on the head of the bed at the moment, a pair of eagle-like eyes, bursting with a strong chill, fell on her face.

"who is she?"

His voice was low and powerful, full of intimidation.

The doctor was too frightened to breathe.

Aunt Zhang lowered her head and explained, "Sir, she is the wife the old lady married you when you were sick. Her name is..."

Fu Shiting's thin lips parted lightly, his voice dull and indifferent, "Let her go!" JrNovels.com