After Zhang Long left, Wang Chao walked up to Shen Bing and said softly, "Bing Bing, don't worry, with me here, your brother will be fine."
Shen Bing didn't say anything, but she tightly held onto Wang Chao's hand, her gaze fixed on Shen Feng.
Shen Feng's current condition was not good; he looked emaciated, with a yellowish complexion.
This was a result of long-term malnutrition and lack of exercise.
For someone in a vegetative state, maintaining this condition was already quite good.
However, his condition was still worrisome.
Shen Bing looked at her brother's emaciated face, feeling a deep sense of heartache.
How much she wished her brother could be safe and sound like others, even if he didn't achieve anything remarkable, as long as he could live a healthy life, everything would be fine!
But based on what she knew, Shen Feng's current condition was not optimistic.
She was nervous, she was anxious, she was afraid.