"I feel like I've completely lost sensation in this leg."
Grinding his teeth tightly, Zhao Long's mind was frantically pounding, his words bold, but internally he was still very doubtful about whether his judgment was correct.
If they really didn't let Wang Jie help with the massage, this leg might indeed be unsalvageable.
If the leg couldn't be saved and the blame came down, Zhao Long knew he absolutely couldn't bear it; by then, Boss Zhang would certainly have him killed.
Zhang Yuyao was also in unbearable pain, almost on the verge of passing out. Initially defiant, she now harbored thoughts of compromise.
"Why don't we just let him help? I feel like I can't hold on until the doctor arrives."
Listening to Yuyao's words, Zhao Long was so angered that he clenched his teeth fiercely; he was completely at a loss, with no means to help the woman he adored.