After a moment, the boy opened his eyes, blinked, and looked at the warm smiling face in front of him, completely forgetting what happened just now.

"My child, it's okay, everything is fine."

Jiang Shaotian touched his young face and said softly.

"I, am I dead?"

The little boy blinked his big eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

Surrounded by doctors in white coats with serious and frightened expressions, he naturally thought he had gone to the morgue.

"No, we are all here to protect you."

Jiang Shaotian grabbed the boy's hand and pulled off the intravenous needle tube on his hand.

The warm hands instantly woke the boy up, and also made his cold body feel an inexplicable force and warmth.

"Thirsty...Brother, I want to drink water."

"Brother will feed you glucose water to replenish your strength. We won't take medicine or IV drips. We'll drink warm water..."
Chapter completed!