Lady Gu was shocked.
Feng Wu smiled at her and said, "That's why I don't understand: Why didn't you come to me to reattach your hand?"
Lady Gu asked, "Can you really do that?"
Feng Wu said, "Qiuling is the perfect example, isn't she?"
Lady Gu was tempted.
However, after so many days, her wound had almost closed. Even if Feng Wu helped her, her hand couldn't be reattached.
"Will you reattach my hand after we come back?" she asked Feng Wu.
"Aunt, don't you know?" Feng Wu gave her a strange look.
"What?"
Feng Wu said, "After 24 hours, the success rate goes down to 10%, not to mention that your wound has almost closed up… Where's the severed hand? Do you still have it?"
Lady Gu said, "We buried it…"
Feng Wu shrugged. "In that case, it'll be rotten by now. How am I supposed to reattach it? Aunt, that hope is long gone. As for the hand…"
