But as long as her mood improved, any injury
would heal quickly.
Very soon, her son would be able to go home, to walk again.
However, the doctor's expression when facing these medical reports was not too good, but Zhang's mother was immersed in the beautiful dream that her son was about to get better and did not notice.
"Doctor, when can my son go out?"
Zhang's mother, seeing the doctor's long silence, couldn't help but ask again.
The doctor put down the medical report in his hand, "Let's wait and see."
He didn't give a specific time, because he couldn't name one, nor could he guarantee it. Not to mention going out in a wheelchair, what would the final recovery of the leg look like? It was still unclear now, wasn't it?
As soon as Zhang's mother heard this, the smile on her face instantly fell, and as for Zhang Dong, that small glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed as well, and then he became silent again, no longer paying much attention to others.