"You have slept for two years, and your legs can't get down to the ground." Kent walked quickly over, massaging his legs, and asked, "how are you? Do you feel anything?"

　　Kent nodded and said, "and some Mommy."

　　Hearing what he said, Kent breathed a sigh of relief. His leg should be fine.

　　It was true that Kent was in a coma, but Kent came to the hospital to give him a massage on his legs every week. When he was not in the hospital, he would also tell the nurse, fearing that his legs would be stiff after being kneaded for too long.

　　"Sister, did I really sleep for...