Wanwan glared at Qi Hao and Xu Siming, then lifted her gaze to Zhou Kai, "Don't worry, you won't have any problems."
In the post-apocalyptic world, when even a proper medical system didn't exist, how could his amputated arm be possibly fine?
Zhou Kai gloomily hung his head without speaking.
Wanwan knew that an amputated limb couldn't be away from the body for too long, or it would lose its vitality and be completely useless.
She grabbed Zhou Kai's other hand and teleported back to the surgery room of the refuge.
Looking at the basic medical equipment in the surgery room, Zhou Kai's crestfallen expression deepened.
With such a surgery environment, he better not hold out too much hope for his amputated arm.
Watching Wanwan clean his wound, Zhou Kai thought in despair:
Forget it, this woman has lots of supplies, and he has plenty of money, so might as well just freeload and await death here for the rest of his life.
