Chapter 1382 A Mental Breakdown

Most importantly, both of Lazarus's arms were gone. He could not grasp anything from now onward. Plus, he was poisoned with the deadly mute drug, so he couldn't say anything out loud. No matter how much he tried at that moment, there were only vague sounds from his throat. 

In short, he was severely disabled. In the future, he would not be able to communicate well with others.

After the nurse unwrapped the bandages, she waited by the side. This was a VIP ward with people standing guard twenty-four hours a day. These nurses were professionals, and they were elegant since they were specially chosen from a sea of candidates. They took turns to be on standby to ensure that there would be someone around twenty-four hours a day.

Lazarus suddenly made a humming sound on the sickbed. He struggled aggressively to get up and rumbled the machines by the sickbed messily. The nurse hurried forward and asked, "Do you need anything, sir?"