"My leg, my leg hurts—"
In a daze, Zhou Zhi's consciousness was a little blurry. His eyelashes fluttered. He seemed to have seen Su Xiaolu. He thought it was an illusion. Su Xiaolu's figure was blurry, as if she would disappear at any moment.
His voice was very weak and hoarse. "Xiaolu, my leg hurts—"
Zhou Zhi sleep-talked intermittently. Hearing him cry out in pain, Doctor Wu and the rest became nervous.
They deeply understood how much pain Zhou Zhi could endure. All these years, no matter how serious his injury was, he had never cried out in pain.
When Su Xiaolu heard Zhou Zhi shout that his leg hurt, she did not delay and immediately took out a needle to inject Zhou Zhi.
He sealed Zhou Zhi's pain so that he would not feel any pain.
But it was useless. Zhou Zhi could still feel the pain. His face was red and he looked very pitiful.
Su Xiaolu could only check Zhou Zhi's legs.
