Feng Lixin had already started using the breathing machine. These days, he felt more and more difficult to breathe on his own.

　　"Lao Jin, are my complications serious?" He asked Lao Jin, his full-time doctor, who was cleaning up the ventilator.

　　"It's not serious. It's just that there's some inflammation in the lungs. " Lao Jin said in an ambiguous way.

　　"Alright, Lao Jin, you don't need to hide anything from me. To me, death is a release. "

　　As Feng Lixin's personal doctor, Lao Jin could more clearly feel the excruciating pain that Feng Lixin was enduring every day. He was not living for himself, but for his younger brother, Feng Xinglang.

　　Lao Jin sighed, "Not just your lungs, the hematopoiesis of your liver and your kidney's excretion are also starting to go wrong."

　　"Just be honest: how much longer will I live?" Facing death, Feng Lixin however asked calmly.

　　"If it's only a conservative treatment every day, then it won't last for more than three months." Dr. King answered truthfully.

　　"Three months … Three months … If I just die like this, Xinglang would be even more lonely, much more lonely, and would also have even more hatred towards the rest of the Feng Family! I really can't bear to see him in the future with only hatred as his companion. It would ruin his life. I want to find him a good woman who can take good care of him after I die! "

　　"It's easier said than done! With Second Young Master's personality, how could he be willing to marry a woman at this time? " Lao Jin shook his head and sighed.