With a sense of awe, despite the discomfort in his left arm, Jiang Mingquan carefully said to Xiao Yifei, "Mr. Xiao, could there be something wrong with my left arm?"
Xiao Yifei's gaze was focused intently on Jiang Mingquan's left arm. He did not respond to Jiang Mingquan's question; instead, his hands were busy massaging the injured area.
In Xiao Yifei's sight, Jiang Mingquan's left arm slowly became more defined, resembling the unraveling of a cocoon. The aged nerve fibers, blood vessels, and muscle fibers were all clearly visible in Xiao Yifei's eyes. At the location where Xiao Yifei was drawing circles, a mass of muscle fibers tangled like a chaotic bundle was showing an unhealthy purple due to prolonged ischemia.
Xiao Yifei's line of consciousness was already focused on this bundle of muscle fibers, the source of warmth Jiang Mingquan had just felt. At that moment, Xiao Yifei was manipulating his line of consciousness to untangle the chaotic muscle fibers.
