"There's no need for comforting words; the tendons in this arm are completely severed, and the bones are utterly shattered. Even those famous doctors can't heal it—it's completely ruined."
Lin Mu shook his head, smiling wistfully.
"I never lie. To others, this arm might be beyond hope, but for me, healing it isn't such a difficult task!"
Xiao Yifeng sipped his drink and spoke indifferently.
"Can you really heal my right hand?"
Lin Mu's gaze swept toward Xiao Yifeng, his expression one of disbelief.
"Of course, there's nothing in this world that I can't heal,"
Xiao Yifeng said confidently.
"Please lend me your aid, Mr. Xiao. I will be eternally grateful!"
Lin Mu immediately knelt on the ground, pleading earnestly, the hope of his right hand's recovery evident in his gesture as he knelt without hesitation.
"A man's knees are worth gold; don't kneel so easily in the future!"
Xiao Yifeng glanced at Lin Mu and spoke dismissively, and the latter stood up.
