Upon hearing that Wang Zheng had finished testing him, Wu Lei excitedly threw down his pen, his face beaming with excitement.

It was clear that although the child appeared very composed from the moment Wang Zheng entered, the fact that his legs were disabled still cast a shadow over him.

If it weren't for the fact that his family's circumstances were really limited, and he knew how hard it was for his mother to raise him and his sister alone, this kid probably wouldn't have been able to maintain this kind of mentality.

After Wang Zheng pushed Wu Lei into the small room, he carried the thirteen-year-old boy to the bed.

Despite his young age and the loss of both legs, Wu Lei's body was light and frail, with bones that felt rough to the touch.

Although his complexion was relatively good, the disability in his legs still had a significant impact.

After all, because of the existence of spiritual energy in this era, children's bodies develop faster and their physical fitness is better. Wang Zheng didn't even need to scan him to know that he would definitely be far behind his peers.

Wang Zheng was hesitant to make a move on the thin boy, fearing he might accidentally crush his bones.

Of course, that's just a joke; our young master Wang still has that much self-control.

Wu Lei, lying in bed at this moment, had very mixed feelings. He hoped that he could recover and walk freely again, but he was also worried that Wang Zheng would not be able to cure him completely and that his hopes would be dashed.

The boy now had his eyes tightly closed and his teeth clenched, afraid that his treatment might fail because of his own actions.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng couldn't resist scaring him a little, so he reached out and conjured a small ball of holy light the size of a fist, which he then placed on the man's thigh.

"Don't be nervous, relax. If you keep shaking uncontrollably, I'll have to give you physical anesthesia..."

Although Wu Lei knew that this so-called physical anesthesia was not a good thing, he was either influenced by Wang Zheng's calm tone or soothed by the life force in the Holy Light spell.

The trembling body gradually calmed down.

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, the skin and flesh that had been healing at the wound on his thigh began to crack open, and blood began to gush out continuously.

His thin body tensed up instantly, and he bit his lips until they bled.

However, under the nourishment of the holy light, the bones recovered first, then the meridians and blood vessels, inch by inch, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Zheng had done limb regeneration several times before, so he was quite familiar with it and didn't think it was a difficult thing.

As long as you keep using your special abilities and injecting life force, his body can recover on its own.

It's such a simple thing.

He still doesn't realize that his methods are already considered miraculous; very few medical professionals across the country can achieve this level of skill.

Otherwise, since both Wang Dashao and Chu Xiaoman are healers, if it were really that simple, would Wu Huan not tell them for his younger brother's sake?

It's because she believes that Wang Zheng and Chu Xiaoman are incapable of dealing with such injuries.

Or rather, even if treatment were possible, it would require an extremely long period of maintenance. However, considering that they were all from southern Beijing, they didn't have that much time to linger in the harbor, so they chose to remain silent.

This is common knowledge in the world of Awakened Ones. If it were any other healing class, saving their life would be easy, and finding the severed limb and reattaching it would be no problem.

But to truly restore flesh and bone completely, and restore skin and flesh, would require a very long period of time.

If it weren't for Wang Zheng's Holy Light Technique being able to ignore the limits of the human body and forcibly infuse life force, coupled with the fact that he consumes little energy and has a high spiritual energy limit when using his abilities, he would have been able to achieve this.

Even for someone like Wang Zheng, it wouldn't be so easy to conjure up flesh and bones out of thin air.

Otherwise, Xiang Yan from Magic University wouldn't have needed their principal to personally go and invite some miracle doctor for treatment.

Of course, this is all that Young Master Wang can do right now. Losing limbs is not a problem, and even internal organ damage can be treated.

He can be called a reborn miracle doctor.

Even with the best results, Holy Light can only maintain the body's functions at its own level; it cannot counteract the natural law of aging, which directly weakens the body's limits.

Longevity and good health are not difficult, but to think that you can reverse aging, achieve immortality, and change the laws of nature based on these things is wishful thinking.

As for the future, who knows...

The qualitative improvement that Wang Zheng had been looking forward to after upgrading his abilities had not materialized, and now he couldn't even add points to it. He could only hope that things would change after the Transcendental Transformation...

Wang Zheng had a jumble of thoughts on his mind, but his hands were moving quickly. As time passed, he had already poured in over a hundred holy light spells.

As for Wu Lei, although he struggled for a while when his wound reopened, he was forcibly held down by Wang Zheng.

He had already fainted by now and was sleeping peacefully.

After all, his body was already saturated. The human body has a self-protection mechanism. The stimulation brought about by the regeneration of new bones and flesh from the wound that had finally healed was far beyond what a child could endure.

In any case, being knocked unconscious by the Holy Light is better than being knocked unconscious by pain, and it saves Wang Zheng the trouble of knocking him out.

However, the sweat on his head and the blood on his lips indicated that he had suffered a lot before he passed out.

Even so, the kid remained silent and defiant. Wang Zheng still had a good impression of him. Apart from being a bit unreliable in his speech and having an inexplicable confidence in his sister, he had almost no flaws.

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