Amelia asked again, "And his legs... what's the situation now?"
This was also what Christopher cared about the most at the moment.
Proud as he was, he could endure temporary disability, but if he had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he feared it would plunge him into a long depression, possibly even making him reassess his relationship with Amelia.
Both of them stared intently at the doctor, whose previously calm and friendly demeanor visibly shifted into a shadow of concern after Amelia's question.
Their hearts sank along with his expression.
"Doctor, is... is the situation bad?" Amelia suppressed the heaviness in her heart and asked again.
"Hmm..." The doctor nodded lightly and sighed. "Though we expected this to some extent, experiencing it first-hand—whether as a patient or as a doctor—is undeniably..."
"Expected it?" Amelia couldn't help interrupting. "What do you mean?"