An An couldn't help rubbing her hands. About ten minutes later, she saw her second uncle helping Lu Mingfei out.
She hurried over to help and got him onto the bed. "Wooden head, how do you feel now?"
"I feel a lot lighter all over. Before, even breathing made my chest hurt, but now I can breathe freely. And my waist, which used to be numb, only felt pain now, like a bone-piercing pain. Now I feel much better. An An, am I dreaming?"
Lu Mingfei actually didn't say anything because he was afraid An An would worry.
He was very worried that he would never be able to sit like a normal person again, afraid that he would be useless and would only lie down forever.
But now, overnight, he could actually sit up and even walk. His chest no longer hurt, and he felt like he was dreaming.
An An hugged him and couldn't help crying, "Silly wooden head, you're not dreaming. I told you I would definitely heal you."
