Fu Jiuxiao was stunned. He did not expect Jiang Li to suddenly examine his leg.
However, as long as she was not angry, everything else was fine.
Therefore, Fu Jiuxiao obediently sat in the wheelchair and let Jiang Li examine him.
"How long have you been injected with the anesthetic?"
Jiang Li was still angry, and her attitude was cold and hard.
"Half an hour."
Fu Jiuxiao pursed his lips as he observed Jiang Li's expression.
In half an hour, the anesthetic had already taken effect. For this reason, Jiang Li glared at Fu Jiuxiao again.
"It's better to keep your leg crippled so that you don't have to do all this nonsense."
Even though she was blaming him, Jiang Li still took out her own needle and carefully pricked Fu Jiuxiao's acupuncture points. She combined it with a finger massage to make the anesthetic less effective.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Li felt that it was about time. She got up and rubbed her numb legs.
