"What? Aren't you a top-notch Harvard student? Don't be so naive as to think you can stand up again with muscle necrosis, right?"
Xia Yumo expected Xue Lan to mock her, so she didn't expect much from her answer. However, when she heard the last phrase "muscle necrosis," she noticeably hesitated for a moment.
Her expression turned from calm to a bit flustered, "Muscle necrosis?"
Xue Lan read the hidden meaning in Xia Yumo's gaze.
Did Xia Yumo not know the real condition of her legs?
Xue Lan's gaze went from surprise at first to understanding.
Of course, with this kind of situation, how could her son possibly tell her the real condition of his precious wife? Wouldn't he be afraid of breaking her heart?
Xue Lan gave a somewhat sarcastic smile as she noticed Xia Yumo's increasingly pale face. As if not satisfied with her reaction, she asked a question: "You didn't know, did you?"
Xia Yumo didn't respond to Xue Lan, but her hand unconsciously tightened on the wheelchair armrest.
