Meng Fu kept the Golden needles and leaned back on the sofa. She smiled at yang Lai. uncle, try and see if you can help yang Jiu up.
Upon hearing this, the entire Hall fell silent.
Even Yang Hua couldn't help but look at Meng Fu in disbelief, ""A-Fu, you mean ..."
that's right. Meng Fu squinted his eyes and laughed lazily. uncle, try it.
Before Meng Fu said anything, yang Lai already had a premonition.
His legs were his, and he knew the condition of his legs better than anyone else.
Now that Meng Fu said this, his hands on the wheelchair started to tremble.
Yang Jiu's eyes reddened, and he hurriedly walked over to help yang Lai up."President yang, let me help you."
His hands were trembling as he held yang Lai's arm.
With one hand on the wheelchair and the other supporting yang Jiu, yang Lai stood up. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, and a numbing sensation spread from the bottom of his feet. He couldn't feel his legs, only the numbing pain.
