He closed his eyes and concealed the look in his eyes. A long illness turned a patient into a physician. Because he couldn't walk, he liked to study medicine. The young man, though looking a few years younger than him, gave off a different and unusual feeling when he took his pulse.
He felt spirit energy flowed through his veins when the young man's slim and white fingers were placed on his pulse. However, in an instant, that breath was withdrawn.
"I need to see your legs." She said, looking at the man in the wheelchair.
Zhuo Junyang was stunned and instinctively looked at his big brother. After seeing him nod, he put away all the books and cosmos sack, then stooped down to roll up his pants to his knees.
Feng Jiu crouched down in front of him to take a look. Unexpectedly, none of his legs atrophied. The legs looked pretty pale as if there's no blood circulation. She extended her hand to probe and felt that the legs almost had no muscles and tendons.
