Xiao Qingyin shook her head.

"This is pain that exists in the hallucination. Painkillers won't work. It will only disappear once the body adapts to it."

How long does it usually take?

"About three months."

Ning was stunned by this answer.

Three months!

For the next three months, Yan'er will have to endure the pain of having her arm blown off.

Ning turned to look at her son's pale face, and once again lost control, covered her face and burst into tears.

After washing the dishes, Yun Shu came over and saw that Wei Yan's face and head were covered in sweat. She took a cloth, filled it with hot water, and used the warm, damp cloth to wipe him down.

The skin irritation distracted Wei Yan, and he gradually relaxed, temporarily escaping the intense pain.

"Mother, don't cry."

He said to the Ning family.

"If someone who didn't know better heard this, they would think you were wailing at a funeral."

The Ning family would never hear that word again.

She raised her head and shouted in a sobbing voice, "You want your mother to bury her son, don't you? You knew firearms were dangerous, yet you still went to the firearms camp without even saying goodbye. Do you know how worried your mother was?!"

“Your mother is right!”

A deep, resonant voice rang out.

Wei Zhenghong appeared at the entrance of the main room.

He walked in, looked at his son who had lost both arms, and felt both pain and anger.

"I've told you so many times to think twice before you act, but you always ignore me. You're always so reckless and impulsive, never considering the consequences of your actions..."

Wei Yan had no desire to listen to his long-winded speech at this moment.

He turned his face away and said softly, "Mother, I want to be alone for a while."

"good."

Ning got up, walked over to Wei Zhenghong who was still nagging, and pulled him by the hand toward the door.