For some reason, Xie Ling asked, "Uncle, how old are you?"
Wei Xiuchu tried his best to cheer up and answered Xie Ling's question, "You are almost forty years old, kid, hurry up and go."
Xie Ling took a deep breath, turned around and left.
When she reached the door and was about to leave the house, she finally turned around and ran back quickly.
Half squatting in front of Wei Xiuchu, he said solemnly, "Uncle, I can't help you with anything, but I can heal your leg. I'm not lying, you have to believe me."
Wei Xiuchu looked at the boy's serious eyes, and for the first time in his life, he felt hope for his legs. "Really?"
Xie Ling nodded, "I will start treating you now! Lift up your skirt so I can see."
Wei Xiuchu paused.
"I was afraid of scaring you."
Xie Ling shook her head, "Uncle, I'm a professional doctor. I've seen everything."
Wei Xiuchu clenched his hands and slowly lifted up the hem of his clothes.
Even Xie Ling, who was used to seeing scarred and dead people, gasped when she saw Wei Xiuchu's legs.
The burn scars crisscrossed the entire leg, like centipedes, ugly and terrifying.
The muscles have atrophied and the legs are so thin that they can be pinched with one hand.
Thinking of the folk rumors that Prince Yong was brave and good at fighting, he was full of vigor and vitality.
Comparing her with the lonely middle-aged man in front of her, Xie Ling felt a strong sense of sympathy.
She has always been a sensible doctor.
Even if a patient died in front of her, she would not be moved.
But at this moment...
Xie Ling restrained herself, put on gloves and looked carefully.
The more I watch, the more frightened I become!
This is not a simple burn, but the skin and muscles were first cut off by the knife, and then the burn occurred!
The degree of the burns is no different from being roasted on fire!
How did this uncle manage to survive?
Wei Xiuchu's gaze was calm, but there was a hint of complexity hidden deep in his eyes.
Over the years, no one had ever seen his legs without showing a look of fear….
But the young man in front of him had a calm and rational look, without a trace of disgust, and even a hint of admiration?
Each of them had their own thoughts.
Xie Ling took out a silver needle from her bag and wanted to stimulate the uncle's legs to see if she could find any remaining muscle tissue.
If she can find them, she can stimulate their regeneration!
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