Chapter 217: The Fog Descends
Due to the special nature of Cursed Speech, even if her throat was crushed, it would not suffer any physical damage as long as it was not directly pulled out. Once she recovered even a little of her extraordinary power, she would have some means of protecting herself.
"Done?"
When he saw her and Xiao Man come out, Doctor Zhuang greeted them, then said, "If you're finished, hurry home. Things haven't been peaceful lately."
"Oh, right. This medicine was expensive. Your sister's consultation fee was almost entirely used up, so remember to save up some money."
Xu Zhi nodded. "Got it. Thank you, Doctor."
Zhuang Xu waved a hand. "You're surprisingly polite."
It was good enough that she had not cursed him out for charging too much, yet she was even thanking him. This little girl was rather nice.
Xu Zhi put on that plain black baseball cap again, lowered her gaze, and obediently sat in her wheelchair. On the way home, she carefully tried raising her right hand, then poked the back of her left hand with a little force.
The good news was that her left hand, which had originally been completely numb, had regained sensation. The bad news was that it was recovering the slowest. The penetrating wound in her abdomen had already healed so well that even the scar had vanished, but she still could not exert even the slightest strength with her left hand.
In any case, recovering was a good thing.
It was still early when they got home. After making food for Xu Zhi, sorting out fresh medicine, and replacing her fever patch, Qi Yanxin had planned to head to the factory. But just as she was about to leave, something unexpected happened.
—Woooo!
A siren pierced the