Elder Liu remembered clearly the words Fang Yi said to him back then, whether he could cure his legs depended on his mood.
Now, with a smile on his face, Elder Liu's heart was anything but calm, filled with anxiety, for fear that a poor mood of Fang Yi could turn hope into despair, something Elder Liu really didn't want to experience again.
These useless legs had been with Elder Liu for nearly ten years. Though a decade could erase much, it had also worn down Elder Liu's edges and spirit. Nevertheless, upon hearing Fang Yi's words, hope sprouted once more in Elder Liu's heart.
Elder Liu had consulted many famous doctors, but to no avail. Now, with hope rekindled, even as an old man, that sense of hope was reborn, refusing to be quenched.
Therefore, Elder Liu looked at Fang Yi with eager eyes, almost beseechingly.
Fang Yuying looked at the somewhat excited Elder Liu, then glanced at Fang Yi and murmured to herself, "Oh, little brother, just how many skills are you still hiding?"
