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She had been in a coma for a long time, but she didn't feel hungry—the nutrition injection had been administered while Yan Qingruo was unconscious to ensure she stayed alive.
However, the coma made her body extremely uncomfortable, somewhat distressing.
Yan Qingruo rubbed her temples, struggling to adjust to the fatigue in her head, and it took her a while to realize she was on a large bed. The bedding was very soft, and there was a slight chill in the agreeable air.
What should have been a comfortable environment made Yan Qingruo very panicked. She sprang out of bed only to discover that, at some unknown time, she had been changed into a set of pure cotton pajamas.
Her heart raced as she hurriedly checked her body for any signs of harm, and finding none, she was somewhat relieved.
But instantly, she remembered Dr. Feng Chu—she had been on the airplane, but Feng Chu had knocked her out again, and when she woke up, she was already here.
What exactly did Feng Chu want to do?