36 36: Weapon of Kings

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Five years ago-

A young boy laid on a white bed at a hospital, seemingly sleeping. Both the hands of the young man were wrapped.

A doctor stood before the bed with a report in his hand. A few nurses stood behind him patiently.

The doctor gazed at the middle-aged lady who stood before him, concerned. "You're Azekiel's mother?"

"Y-yes." The woman nodded her head.

"May I ask how his hands got injured so badly?"

"I-i don't know. Even when he was awake, he didn't tell me anything, no matter how I asked." Azekiel's mother gazed at her sleeping son on the bed. "Doctor, he is going to be fine, right?"

"The operation was successful, and so far, the other reports seem normal, but that doesn't mean Azekiel will be completely fine. The damage was too much. It might take years to heal completely, or it might never heal completely at all." The Doctor gave the report to the nurse in the back.