Paris, Saint Peter's Private Hospital!
Late night, ICU ward!
"Ah!!!"
"Ah!!!"
Brandon and Ye Ming lay on adjacent hospital beds, both letting out wave after wave of piercing screams.
The sound was so loud that the ceiling of the ward kept shaking!
Beside the beds, a doctor in a white coat wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, hesitantly trying to speak, but always stopping short.
Brandon suppressed the urge to scream, glaring furiously as he barked with a commanding tone, "Speak! What's wrong with my legs?"
The doctor's throat moved with difficulty, saying, "M-Master Brandon, your... your legs and Master Ye's legs are the same; the knees are completely shattered. Although I have removed the bone fragments embedded in your flesh and set them in plaster, the nerves in your legs have already severed. Your legs appear the same as normal ones but have completely lost function. You won't be able to stand in the future, not even a god can help."
