At this moment, Xiao Wen's expression was very calm, and her voice was equally so, "Brother Fang, I've heard that there's a technology now that allows you to attach a prosthetic limb, so you can walk like a normal person."
Obviously, this wasn't the first time Fang Liang had heard this question, so he just raised an eyebrow and said gently, "I'm not used to that, this is fine."
Xiao Wen subtly clutched her hand; in fact, she had also heard that attaching a prosthetic limb could be quite arduous—it wasn't a one-time fix. It required maintenance and exercise, and every night before going to bed, it had to be removed. Sometimes, if you walked for too long, or weren't careful, it could make the wound red and swollen.
Xiao Wen spoke with some guilt, "Brother Fang, you don't mind me speaking so directly, do you?"
Fang Liang placed his hand on his right leg and said in a deep voice, "This topic has persisted for decades, and I've long since gotten used to it. I don't mind."
