Duan Fei had been in a coma for nearly half a year.
During this time, he lay in bed every day, his life sustained only by the medicine Ling Yan painstakingly brewed for him.
Though now awake, his gaze still carried murkiness, and he could not muster any strength in his body.
His lips were dry and cracked, splitting open with each movement.
"Water..."
Duan Fei said weakly.
Ling Yan then came to her senses and hastily handed water to Duan Fei.
"Cough cough cough..."
Duan Fei drank too eagerly, continuously coughing.
"Senior brother, take it slow!"
Ling Yan hurriedly patted his back.
Finally, after a few minutes, Duan Fei's breathing smoothed out.
Having replenished his fluids, he gradually gained some spirit.
"What happened to me?"
Duan Fei apparently had little recollection of the events before his coma.
Ling Yan explained to him.
Duan Fei also remembered.
He had been beaten by Chen Ziyang.
