C242 The Northern General

In a high-class ward, Zheng Qiang's hands were cast with a catheter in his lower body.

Although he had survived, the doctor had already told him. "Sir, I'm sorry to inform you that you probably won't be able to use force on your arms for the rest of your life. As for that place, it might be hard to say. "

Disability would cause one's heart to distort. It was even more so for Zheng Qiang