"What is it? Speak!" Mo Jue's silent heart was ignited with hope again. His purple eyes looked as if they were set on fire. It was a flame of agitation. He would try everything and anything to cure her.
Claire looked at Mo Jue with a serious look. "Second master, are you sure that you will agree to this?"
"Don't play games with me! Make it clear!" Mo Jue was a little impatient because he was agitated. He just wanted to know who could treat Ye Wei's injury, but Claire was hesitant to tell him. How could he not be angry?
"A few years ago in India, I heard that a girl's arm was twisted off when she was involved in the power struggle of a political party. The whole of her arm was cut off, but after three or four days, Bai Ye reconnected her arm. She looked perfectly fine after that, as if she had not been injured at all. This had caused a sensation then. Maybe, you can ask him for help."
Mo Jue frowned. "Bai Ye of the terrorist organization?"
