Each time, Nancy would shake her head, a faint look of disappointment on her face.
Liam Yancey stood beside them with his hands in his pockets, his brows furrowed deeply and a stern look on his handsome face.
Why is the doctor here for treatment? Tara Summer walked over with confusion, stopped behind the wheelchair, and stared at Nancy's slender calf exposed by her rolled-up trouser leg, and it looked completely normal.
"Please continue the treatment, don't stop any sessions, as long as you persist, I believe there will be results soon," the doctors said respectfully to Liam Yancey one by one, "Master Liam, Miss Yancey's leg has been paralyzed for ten years, considering the progress made in recent years, it is already remarkable. The continued therapy will inevitably restore sensation..."
"Huh." Liam Yancey coldly snorted, his face was like ice, "I've had enough of these words, don't test my patience, if you can't make it, then get out!"
"Yes, it's our incompetence..."
