Feng Jun noticed that in the eyes of Zhuang Haoyun and his wife, there was full of expectation, but the little guy had a doubtful expression.
However, he was too lazy to talk and raised his hand to press on one of the other's legs; a stream of spiritual energy was sent into it.
"Ah... it hurts," Zhuang Zesheng couldn't help but gasp in pain, then cried out joyfully, "Mom, I can feel it, it's a bit painful, a bit hot..."
As he shouted, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and the next moment, he couldn't help but cry out loud, "Wuuu... my leg... is mine again."
His lower body had not only lost its ability to move, but he also had no pain sensation, retaining only a little bit of tactile nerves. When pressed hard, he could feel someone touching him.
"Pain is very normal," Feng Jun straightened up, "Take off his clothes."
These past few days, the weather in Zhengyang had been quite chilly, but when he said this, surprisingly, no one questioned it.
