Su Ling's words left Su Ran at a loss. With a missing leg and arm, how could he ever recover?
Just then, the door to Su Xiaoxiao's room slowly opened.
A middle-aged woman in her forties helped a frail young woman slowly emerge. Or rather, frail was hardly the word for her-skin and bones would have been more accurate.
The girl was not tall, perhaps only around a meter and a half.
She had been a year younger than Su Ling when she was injured. Wounded at six, she had endured relentless suffering, and her physical growth had fallen far behind.
Still, from the images in Su Ling's memories, he could vaguely recognize Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao grew excited at the sight of Su Ling.
"Uncle Ling, is that you?" Su Xiaoxiao's voice was weak, but she still called out as loudly as she could.
Seeing Su Xiaoxiao in this state, Yang Wudi said helplessly, "Su Ling, I've done everything I can for Xiaoxiao. The only reason she's still alive is that I've given her poison to suppress her injuries. She may have less than three months left."
"Thank you, Grandpa Yang!"
Su Xiaoxiao was the granddaughter of Su Ling's father Su Yun's elder brother. She was a generation below Su Ling, so it was only natural for her to call him uncle.
Su Ling walked over and personally supported her.
The middle-aged woman caring for her and the man who had been looking after Su Ran were husband and wife, hired especially by Yang Wudi.
As he supported Su Xiaoxiao, Su Ling also sent his soul power into her body to examine her.
He would never have known without checking, and what he found gave him a fright.
Su Xiaoxiao's condition might have been even worse than his own