Feng Jiu chuckled: "Then are you helping? Or are you not helping? If you're not helping then I will have to do it myself."
When he heard this, Luo Heng frowned: "Are you serious?"
"Of course, do you think I'm kidding?" She looked at him and said: "Didn't you say that the doctors and alchemists said that there is no hope for him and that he will lie in bed for the rest of his life? Since that's the case, then if you truly wish him to get better, why don't you trust in me this time?"
He looked at Feng Jiu's serious expression and thought for a while, then stepped forward and took off Chen Dao's shirt and asked: "Do you want me to remove his trousers as well?"
"No need, you just need to lower his trousers." Feng Jiu removed her shoes and got onto the bed and pointed: "Flip his body over sideways and support him."
