Feng Wei spoke with heartfelt sincerity, but there was no trace of emotion on Old Master Feng's face; he didn't even focus his gaze on Feng Wei, just lay there flat on the hospital bed.
At that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open. Fang Su walked in carrying an insulated lunchbox. Seeing Old Master Feng awake, she couldn't help but breathe a quiet sigh of relief and said, "I made chicken soup, it tastes really good. Have a little."
"Dad, let me help you sit up so you can drink."
As Feng Kai spoke, he got up to help Old Master Feng sit, but Old Master Feng noticed he couldn't muster any strength in his lower body. Instantly, his face changed drastically as he pointed to his own legs: "My legs... what's wrong with my legs?"
"Old Feng, you mean..."
Fang Su's face also changed in that moment. She covered her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief.
Could it be that his legs can't move?
