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.

"I'll have to give it a try after all."

Feng Lixin's daily medicinal soup had been personally fed by him. No matter how busy he was, he would always stop what he was doing and rush back.

But this time, Feng Lixin turned his head to the side and refused to drink, "Xinglang, when are you going to help me marry my sister-in-law?"

It was the usual topic again. Feng Xinglang knew what his brother meant: he thought that after he died, he would have someone to take care of him!

"This big brother of yours hasn't even gotten married yet. What's the rush of this little brother of mine?" Feng Xinglang evaded.

"How can there be a woman who is willing to marry me since my appearance is that of a human or a ghost? It is clearly trying to implicate that woman. Furthermore, I have Youyou! " Feng Lixin said indifferently.

It was completely true, but the person who said it didn't mean it, but the person who heard it did.

Feng Xinglang brought the medicine in the spoon to his lips to test its temperature, then brought it to Feng Lixin's lips once again.

"If you don't listen, then I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to drink it!"

Feng Lixin used the method he had used when he was young. It's just that at that time, most of it was to coax Feng Xinglang to drink the medicine.

He could feel the hatred in his brother Feng Xinglang's eyes growing day by day. He was afraid that after he died, Feng Xinglang would be devoured by the hatred. Other than revenge, there was no one else that he yearned for.

If he had a family, a wife, and children, it would be different!

Feng Xinglang slowly returned the medicine spoon into the bowl and said indifferently: "How about this, using your name to seek a marriage? If there really is a woman who is willing to marry, I will marry her! How about it?"

Feng Lixin was startled: he never thought that Feng Xinglang would agree, and even more so, he never thought that he would raise such a condition.

"Seek a marriage in my name? Aren't you intentionally making things difficult for this woman? "

"I know you're afraid I'll be lonely. But if this woman is not kind enough, her thought is not pure enough, and her goal is not pure enough, how can you be at ease in handing over your brother's life to her? "

Feng Xinglang was sure that there would not be any pure women that would come to get married. Even if there was, it was because they had other plans.

Of course, Feng Lixin was not at ease! However, he felt that his brother Feng Xinglang's twisted logic still made sense: A woman with an impure heart and impure goal couldn't take care of his brother either.

She could not warm Feng Xinglang's lonely heart which was filled with hatred!

However, was there really such a good woman in this world?