"Why are you all staring at me like that?" Yang Ming noticed the strange looks everyone in the hospital room was giving him.
"Mr. Yang, doesn't your leg hurt?" the doctor asked instinctively.
Having performed the surgery himself, he knew for a fact that this Mr. Yang shouldn't be able to stand, let alone get out of bed.
Most importantly, that movement just now should have torn his wounds open and drawn blood. But where was a single drop of blood on him?
Yang Ming glanced down at his leg instinctively and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with my leg?"
As he spoke, he instinctively lifted his leg. Seeing the thick bandages wrapped around it, he reached down and ripped them off.
When the doctor saw Yang Ming's leg, which had completely healed, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"Doctor, didn't you say that Brother Ming's leg..." Lin Yao began to ask, her words trailing off. Everyone understood what she meant.
