Feng Jun noticed that Zhuang Haoyun and his wife's eyes were full of anticipation, while the young man looked doubtful.
However, he could not be bothered to speak. He raised a hand, pressed down on one of the other man's legs, and sent a stream of spiritual energy into it.
"Ah... it hurts," Zhuang Zesheng gasped, then cried out joyfully, "Mom, I can feel it! It hurts a little, and it's warm..."
As he shouted, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. The next moment, he could no longer hold back and burst into loud sobs. "Wuwu... my legs... they're mine again."
The lower half of his body had not merely lost the ability to move; even his pain nerves were gone. Only a tiny bit of tactile sensation remained. When someone pressed down hard, he could tell that someone was touching him.
"It's normal for it to hurt." Feng Jun straightened up. "Take off his clothes."
Yang City had been rather cold and damp these past few days, yet when he said this, no one questioned him.
Very quickly, Zhuang Zesheng was stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Though he was little more than skin and bones, his body was very clean. It was clear that his parents had taken great care to keep him clean.
Feng Jun was slightly surprised, but this was a good thing. He would not have to suppress his disgust while massaging the man.
His hands were warm and strong. Before long, Zhuang Zesheng was so comfortable that he began to hum softly.
After massaging his front and back for around ten minutes each, Feng Jun took out a pill. "Open your mouth!"
When Zhuang Haoyun saw the dark green pill, he could not help exchanging a glance with his wife—it was