Lu Mingzhen grasped his hand, looked at his face, and then at his leg, eyes full of heartache, "Son, I'm naturally very happy that you've come back, but you've surely suffered a lot, and you..."
He couldn't continue, but Lu Shengqing knew what he was worried about.
He smiled and comforted his father, "It's alright, medical science is so advanced now, I can have some plastic surgery on my face scars, that should lighten them a lot, and later on, it shouldn't be too horrible to look at. My leg is also manageable, it's just that the bones weren't set properly and are misaligned. Once my body recovers a bit, I can undergo a second surgery to set the bones, and after a good recovery, my leg won't be lame anymore."
At last, Lu Mingzhen felt a bit relieved, "Can your leg really recover?"
"Yes, it really can, don't worry."
Lu Mingzhen's eyes turned red, "Good, if it can recover, that's great, Dad will find you the best doctor!"
