Upon entering, I saw Xu Yao lying on the hospital bed.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged doctor in his forties or fifties wearing a white coat, who was using some small instruments to guide Xu Yao through various movements.

"Try lifting your leg... Yes, take it slow..."

Can you push down with your toes?

"And now? Can you feel anything here? Is it a tingling sensation or numbness?"

The doctor asked questions softly while performing some procedures.

He would occasionally tap Xu Yao's knees and calves with a small hammer, and then gently stroke the soles of her feet and the sides of her legs with something containing a fine needle.

Xu Yao bit her lower lip tightly, her face still pale.

Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, like a doll being manipulated, following the doctor's instructions completely.

She seemed afraid of touching that painful and numb nerve again; every movement was cautious, even trembling almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of Zhou Yang at the door from the corner of her eye that her tense nerves seemed to find a little support, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Her voice was thick with emotion, and she was almost crying: "Brother Zhou Yang..."

Zhou Yang quickly stepped forward, his voice extremely gentle, carrying a reassuring power: "Hey, I'm here!"

"Don't be afraid, the doctor just said the CT scan and X-ray are fine, the bones are all good! It's probably just that the fall caused some muscle or nerve stun, it'll be fine after a while!"

Although the results are not yet fully in, at this time, it is necessary to stabilize her emotions first.