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[Chapter 2]: Genius Son

The pain of separation between the soul and the body made Feng Wu feel that she was about to die!

I opened my eyes weakly, and my vision was blurry. I could only see a blurry figure checking my eyes. A warm current in my palm passed by. Who was holding her hand and conveying warmth!

The doctor wiped the sweat and saluted to the little boy in front of him, "Don't worry, young master, the fifth lady is out of danger of life. Because she has been soaked in the water for a long time, she is still very weak now, and her legs..." The doctor was sweating coldly. The young master was obviously so small, but the pressure released made him sweat coldly.

The boy was six years old, his face was like a little fairy boy with a pink makeup and a pair of phoenix eyes half-closed, and his thin lips were pursed into a line: "If your legs are disabled, you don't have to live anymore!"

"My subordinates must cure the fifth lady." The old doctor was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. The young master of the Feng family would never dare to offend him!

"Go down."

"Yes." The doctor stepped down carefully, and his legs were still trembling after the door was closed.

The chubby little hand held Feng Wu's hand tightly, and shedded the coldness she had before. She looked at the woman on the bed with a look of distress: "Mother, Ye'er is guarding you, and she won't be bullying you, so you can get better soon." Tears fell on the palm of her hand.

After blinking a few times, Feng Wu finally opened her eyes and saw her environment clearly. She also had the pink little boy beside her. She wanted to speak, but her throat hurt so much that she couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that she woke up, Feng Liye quickly poured her a cup of warm water, and helped her up with her small hands very strongly and brought the cup to her mouth: "Mom, drink slowly."

After drinking three large cups of water, Feng Wu felt better and her throat was not as good as it hurts.

In her coma, she had passed on all the memories of her body's master. Who made her look like she was half-dead? Her eyes looked at her unconscious legs... She would definitely not let those women go.

Noting her gaze, Feng Liye held her hands tightly: "Don't be afraid, Mom, Ye'er will definitely cure your legs." If he couldn't cure, he chopped the legs of the women!

My body was still very weak, and the memory of this brain made Feng Wu's head explode for a moment, and she fell asleep in a short while.

The next day

Feng Wu woke up and was still in the simple room, but there was no such little man around her.

When Feng Wu used her breastfeeding strength to sit cross-legged, beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on her forehead, and she gritted her teeth and started practicing. She had the nine-turn secret lost by her family. It was easy to cultivate the mysterious energy. This body was not a waste without the cultivation of the mysterious energy, but the muscles and veins were sealed since childhood. She had to open all the muscles and veins before she could start from scratch!

A continuous stream of black air emerged from Feng Wu's head, and beads of sweat rolled down. She seemed to be steaming a sauna at this moment!

The black air flow above her head slowly turned white, and then Feng Wu opened her eyes after she couldn't see it with her naked eyes. Compared to her previous weakness, her face was already much rosy.

Hearing the footsteps outside, Feng Wu lay down quickly.
Chapter completed!
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