Luo Lian raised her left hand incredulously: "You mean... my hand... my hand... there's still hope for recovery?"
Feng Taixing didn't answer but handed her a pen: "Write some words for me to see."
Luo Lian shook her head reflexively: "I've tried, I can't use any strength."
"Write if I tell you to write!" Feng Taixing glared at her fiercely, "If Ye'er hadn't brought you, I'd kick you out right now."
"Grandpa Feng, don't be so harsh, Lianlian has been through a lot these past few days, and her emotions are a bit off balance." Luo Ye patted Luo Lian's shoulder reassuringly, "Lianlian, it's okay, Grandpa Feng just wants to reconfirm, write, just write whatever you can manage."
Luo Lian closed her eyes to calm down, trying hard to hold the pen, trembling as she reached towards the paper, "Pa!" She just wrote two dots, her hand relaxed, and the pen fell on the paper.
"I'm sorry." Luo Lian quickly picked up the pen and tried again.
