"Hold on for another half a month. If you don't recover properly, your leg strength will be greatly reduced in the future."
She was a martial artist. If she didn't recover properly, she would still be able to jump, run, and be no different from a normal person, but her leg strength would be significantly impaired.
Forsythia Brown understood this, "But it's so boring here."
"Hasn't your brother been playing mahjong with you?"
Forsythia frowned slightly; she was vaguely worried. Yigol Foster had clearly been here less these past two days. Could it be related to Glenn Sanderson's bone marrow transplant at this hospital? What if Yigol was planning Glenn's escape route? No way, Beauty Child was deployed, and the hospital must have been rigged with traps.
"Gem Atkinson."
"Hm."
"I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"Actually, I have an identity that I've always hidden from you."
Gem Atkinson just played with her hair, "Hmm?"
