Feng Ze hurriedly supported him, let him lie down, gentle and affectionate, and said, "Don't move, you just took the "medicine", and your body hasn't fully adapted to..." Then, looking at Feng Ruchu, he said: " As before, you told your servants to boil a pot of hot water. It should be hot. I will “force” out the poisonous **** remaining in the body on behalf of Chu.”

"Okay! I'm going now!" Feng Ruchu is not the kind of person who is tired of feelings. After all, his brother's injury is important, so he hurried out of the house and went to boil the water himself.

In the bathtub, Feng Nianchu removed his dirty clothes and sat cross-legged. The heat of the room was rising, and the mist of water stained his pale, nearly transparent skin with a layer of ruddy.

Although he was in a coma for a long time, Fengze would bring some valuable life-renewing pill "medicine" for him every once in a while, which also caused his sixteen-year-old boy to have even worse skin than the average young girl. White and tender.

Feng Ze pressed both hands on his back to help him "force" the poison. When the bath tub was filled with a layer of black water, Feng Nianchu suddenly coughed.

Feng Ze quickly became nervous, "What's the matter? What is it that is uncomfortable?"

Feng Nianchu slowly shook his head, and said, "No, nothing...I have worked hard, brother..."

Feng Ze felt pity in his eyes: "Stupid boy, I watched you grow up, saying what hard work is not hard...I can watch you wake up, you don't know how happy and pleased I am."

Feng Nianchu leaned over and put one hand on the bath tub, while Feng Ze stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand.

Feng Nianchu's head leaned on his hand, and Wenwen weakly said, "Well, these years... Although I have been in a coma...but, I remember that when I was a child, my sister... Stupid... people in the house and in the middle school bully us... Only you, who knows the sutras, often come to see us... Bring us, points, hearts... Also, give me grass, herbal medicine... "

"This, these... I, I remember..."

Although Feng Nianchu was poisoned at the age of 4, he was not stupid. Compared with Feng Ruchu, who was only crying and rolling back then, he was more looking forward to and reliant on Fengze, who would visit them every few days. .

This person is the best person to himself except for his mother Magu.

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He is also the only person who has given him warmth in his childhood memories.

What a pity, his life is not good.

After Magu's death, his body became weaker and weaker, and no amount of pill "medicine" would help.

Even later, Feng Ze cut the palm of his hand and wanted to transfer his aura to him, but still...

Finally, when he was 8 years old, he fell.

Feng Nianchu took off Feng Ze's left hand, where he had already stuttered.

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After the bath, Feng Ze changed him into a soft and clean coat.

Feng Nianchu is very beautiful, with amber "colored" pupils, clean without a trace of impurities, innocent and innocent, his profile is soft, his pupils are beautiful amber "colored", his nose is delicate and straight, and his lips are shaped. Sip thin to raise.

But because of being lethargic for ten years, it exudes a kind of weakness and paleness like a colored glass doll.

Feng Ze sat on the bed, took the pulse for him, and said: "The toxins in the body are almost eliminated, but the spiritual veins cannot be repaired, and the body is very weak. If he can move freely like ordinary people, he has to continue to use pills. "Medicine" conditioning."

Feng Ruchu nodded solemnly and said, "What pill "medicine" is needed, hand it to me and I will get it."

"These "medicine" are all third- and fourth-rank pill "medicine", except for the "medicine" Wanggu, it is porcelain and ju, you..."