"How did the doctors say about your leg?"
After chatting for a while, Zhang Xiaofan inquired about Tang Fei's limp.
Tang Fei patted his right leg and said, "The Hall Master of the black market crippled the meridians in my leg with True Qi, it's incurable, I'm lucky I can walk."
"Actually, I could feel that he had shown mercy."
Although it was the Hall Master who had cut off his hand and crippled his foot, Tang Fei knew that he still wanted to give him a way to survive.
"Let me take a look."
Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward and briefly examined Tang Fei's right leg.
"Don't worry, there's hope."
Zhang Xiaofan said lightly.
It sounded casual, but he listened intently.
Zhang Xiaofan's words fell like auspicious clouds from the ninth heaven, filling Tang Fei with shock and delight.
"Brother Xiaofan, are you serious?"
Such an instinctual response of joy was very natural, perfectly in place, and impossible to fake.
"Of course."
Zhang Xiaofan nodded.
