Swift Snowy Is A Beauty? (1)

Qi Feng did not look very comfortable. He lowered his head and looked at his legs as the sharpness in his eyes disappeared. Then, he clenched his fists and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. Moments later, he returned to being calm.

"First Master, we can't give up on any tiny amount of hope. The doctors we saw abroad never said that it was impossible for you to stand again, and since you've been receiving massages every day, your legs have shown no sign of dystrophia. This means that your condition is still positive. Please give it a try," Morrison tried to encourage when he noticed Qi Feng's hesitance.

"Make the arrangements," Qi Feng replied after some time. Although his tone was cold, he did not sound very motivated.

Morrison nodded with a grin. "Alright! I'll make the arrangements right away!" He then quickly contacted Professor Terl as soon as the car started moving.