He was not a warrior like Zheng Xinglong. Without anesthetic, he could not endure the pain of cleaning up his wounds.
“Doctor, do you think it’s possible to reattach my right arm?”
Gritting his teeth, swordsman tried his best not to tremble. He put down his [ blowing snow ] , took out his broken arm, and asked the medic.
Unfortunately, after being burned by Sensei’s flames, this thing looked like a piece of cooked meat. There was no possibility of it being reattached at all.
In order not to hurt the supers’mentality, the medic tried his best to comfort him.
“Judging from the muscle activity and nerve residue, the possibility of successfully reattaching it is very slim. However, perhaps the hospital in the capital will have a way.”
The swordsman’s eyes darkened at first, but when he heard the following words, they lit up again.
“Really? !”
The medic said awkwardly, “There is a small possibility.”
