His hands could not even pick up the chopsticks, and he had become mute.
He Yibin checked ye Xinyu’s arm again. Ye Xinyu quickly put his hands behind his back and avoided people the moment he saw them.
Even he Yibin’s eyes turned red with discomfort.
“The nerve injury on his hand and his throat are also damaged. It’s still too easy to say if he can recover. Let him be hospitalized first. I’ll see if he has any other problems.”He Yibin was not most worried about the injury outside, it was whether he had been persecuted in that aspect. To a man, this was almost a fatal injury.
“Bai Zhi, come out with me once,”Lei Qingyi said to Bai Zhi. Her face was pale, her voice was solemn, and her body was tense.
