In the room full of strong medicine fragrance, a soft energy light slowly flows. But in its package, Mo ran lies on the bed without any expression. It's very calm. However, what worries the two old people around him is that the pale color on his face has not declined at all.

"how are you?"

standing by the bed, looking at Mo ran who is still in a coma, Qingchen can't help worrying.

after a careful examination, Xu Zhen shakes his head first, then whispers: "there is nothing serious wrong with his body, but he didn't wake up because of the overdraft of his soul. But you can rest assured...