Chapter 61 Can She Regrow Severed Legs?

Chapter 61: Can She Make a Severed Leg Grow Back?

In the room, Ji Yuntang ushered everyone out, but Zhufeng refused to leave, insisting on staying by his master’s side, his eyes pitifully fixed on them.

Ji Yuntang had no choice but to allow him to stay and care for the man, as long as he didn't interfere with her treatment.

Zhufeng was more than willing to agree.

Ji Yuntang had Tao Zhi guard the door, forbidding anyone from entering, while she herself took a measuring tape and measured the length of the man’s legs.

The left leg was intact, the right leg amputated. The difference between the left and right leg lengths determined how long the prosthetic needed to be.

First, she made a socket out of plaster, then selected an appropriate support rod for the lower part to form the prosthetic components.

When she pulled the prosthetic out of her medicine box, Zhufeng’s mouth gaped wide enough to hold an egg.

Was this Princess Ye some kind of weirdo?

Was her medicine box some kind of magic chest? It was only as big as an ordinary book, yet she could pull something so long out of it.

And, he felt like that thing in Princess Ye's hand looked like a fake leg?

But below the knee, it was way thinner than a normal leg, which looked super weird.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Princess Ye, is that thing in your hand what's gonna make my master, Second Master, stand up?”

Ji Yuntang nodded: “You're not that dumb. Your master’s leg is gone. If you asked me to figure out how to grow it back, I honestly can't do that.”

“This prosthetic can replace the right leg, letting him stand up and move around again. But at first, it will feel unfamiliar, and his body might reject it—that’s normal. As long as he trains daily in parallel bars, in less than a month, he can walk like a normal person. However…”

Ji Yuntang thought of something and suddenly frowned. The man in black suddenly got a weird knot in his stomach and pressed, “However, what?”

“I assume you’re a martial artist. After fitting this prosthetic, you probably won’t be able to practice martial arts anymore. No more lightness skill or anything like that. You need to consider this clearly. If you agree, I’ll help you put it on,” Ji Yuntang said.

The man let out a huge sigh of relief.

Just being able to stand up was already more than he could ask for; why would he give a damn about martial arts?

To him, the difference between a disabled person and a normal one was having all their limbs; martial arts training was secondary.

“I agree. Whether I can practice martial arts no longer matters. As long as Miss Ji can make me stand up again, I’ll be endlessly grateful. I wouldn't dare ask for anything more.”

Initially, he hadn’t held much hope for Ji Yuntang. After learning that her husband was also disabled, bedridden for three years, he could only admire her.

Because he knew well how much of a pain it was to take care of disabled people like them who couldn't do anything for themselves, yet Ji Yuntang bore no complaints.

The way she stuck by her husband and stood up for him in front of so many people proved her character and virtue were beyond question.

Perhaps because he could empathize with Luo Junhe, the man's last bit of doubt about Ji Yuntang disappeared.

His trust made Ji Yuntang feel good, as no doctor dislikes a cooperative patient.

“Alright, then I’ll help you fit the prosthetic now. It might sting a little. If you can't handle it, just yell out—nobody's watching.”

The man said nothing. He'd already gotten through the pain of losing his leg; what else could he not handle?

Ji Yuntang had Zhufeng roll up the man's pant leg and wash the wound with hot water. In the brief moment when the two weren’t paying attention, she secretly poured some spirit spring water into it.

Spirit spring water could strengthen the body and heal wounds, making it perfect for this purpose.

Zhufeng scrubbed for about half an hour, ensuring everything was clean, then asked, “Princess Ye, I've cleaned my master's wound up. Is there anything else I need to do?”

Ji Yuntang shook her head: “No, just stand there. I’ll tell you if I need anything.”

She put on gloves, squatted down, and gently pressed the stump with her fingertips. The man’s brow immediately furrowed.

Ji Yuntang realized his leg was different from Luo Junhe's—at least he could still feel things.

Being able to feel things meant that during rehab, he'd be able to walk like a normal person faster.

However, the stump had healed into an ugly lump. Though not aesthetically pleasing, Ji Yuntang didn’t struggle much when fitting the prosthetic.

Her movements were quick, and her expression was dead serious, as if she had done this countless times before.

But the man was puzzled. He'd never even heard of a technique or method like this before.

Who the hell did this woman learn this from?

Putting on the prosthetic took almost an hour. After checking and securing it, Ji Yuntang stood up.

“It’s fitted. Try moving your leg a little and see if it feels okay.”

The man did as told, and the result blew his mind.

He never expected the fake leg to be so flexible. When he moved left, it moved left; when he moved right, it moved right. It felt just like his own leg.

Except it looked a little weird.

“Zhufeng, come over and support me. I wanna see if I can stand.”

“Second Master, take it slow,” the servant said, immediately holding him up as the man carefully stood.

He stepped out with his right foot and took a few slow steps, feeling very stable, with no wobbling at all.

Ji Yuntang was happy, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth: “It seems you’re already adapting. From now on, just treat it like your own leg and keep training.”

The man suppressed his excitement and smiled at her gratefully: “Thank you, Miss Ji. I, Yuan, will remember this favor. If I ever have the chance, I will repay it.”

Ji Yuntang smiled but didn't think much of it.

“It’s getting late. The people outside must be tired of waiting. Let’s go out.”

At that moment, the medical competition arena was filled with a strange atmosphere.

After Ji Yuntang left, Luo Jingshen had stopped the match, insisting on waiting for her return before resuming.

He firmly believed Ji Yuntang couldn’t make a severed leg grow back and was eager to see her make a fool of herself.

Not only that, Luo Jingshen deliberately spread the news that the Princess Ye had publicly promised at the medical competition to make a leg grow back for an amputee.

This was a major medical miracle, and no one could resist being curious. The buzz and uproar quickly swept through the entire capital.

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