"Don't worry!"
Yang Xiao nodded slightly and then walked towards the bed in front of him.
He glanced again at the middle-aged man lying on the bed, who still showed no reaction, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.
Even though a stranger like Yang Xiao had entered his room, he seemed to have no awareness of it.
He even turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Yang Xiao and Uncle Liu.
Yang Xiao really didn't know what to say about this.
After all, different people react differently to the same situation; if it had been him whose legs were disabled, he wouldn't have given up on himself like this.
But this middle-aged man had resigned himself to despair to such an extent after his legs had been disabled, which was quite unbearable for Yang Xiao.
But then again, that middle-aged man was just an ordinary person, and it was normal for someone ordinary to be unable to bear the shock of suddenly losing his legs.
In this world, after all, not many people were like him.
