Chapter 223 He wants to protect her.
After all, it has been two years since he broke his leg.
In other words, he missed the best treatment period.
âCanât recover as normal⦠what do you mean?â Corleyâs face was stiff.
Nikita said directly: âIt is possible for you to become a cr*pple. You can stand up, but your legs cannot be restored to the same as normal people.â
For a moment, Corley looked very gloomy.
He clenched his fists. âIf you can make me fully recover, I can give you another 200 million.â
Nikita scoffed: âMaster Garrett, people canât be too greedy.
The point isnât money. Even if you give me 10 billion, I canât promise you what I canât do.
It is a gift from G*d to make you stand up again.â
âOf course, if what you want is to get your legs back to normal completely, I canât guarantee it.
You can choose not to treat it.
Nikita got up. Saw Corleyâs gloomy face, she said in a light way: âIâll come back to take these silver needles out half an hour later.
You can consider whether to cure or not in this period.
After that, she turned and went out of the room.
A man like Corley is the G*dâs favored one.
It may be more unacceptable for him to appear in public as a lame in the future than to sit in a wheelchair.
So Nikita told him to consider whether to continue to treat.
After Nikita left, Corley bowed his head and stared at two legs full of silver needles, and his face was cloudy.
Nikita went out of his bedroom.
It took long time, and Old Mr. Garrett couldnât stand it, so he went downstairs.
Only Sheehan was still waiting outside.
He was typing with his mobile phone. As soon as Nikita came out, he put away his mobile phone and looked up at her: âIt took so long time, so what is the situation inside?â
Saw him, Nikita felt a little surprised.
She thought that it took so long time, so Sheehan would not stay outside all the time.
âI can treat his legs, but I canât guarantee whether he can completely return to normal.â Nikita walked up to him, looking at this handsome man. She paused for a few seconds, then asked, âYou have been standing outside?â
âHmm.â
The sweat on her face had not dried out, and her hair was still wet. Sheehan stared at her tired face for a few seconds, pulled out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and handed it to her. âWipe the sweat on your face.â
Nikita didnât pay attention to the etiquette with him, expressed her thanks to him, took the handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her face.
Sheehan stared at her wiping her sweat for a while, and then asked in a slightly dumb voice: âAre you very tired?
Donât try too hard. If you feel tired, take a rest. Your health is more important than anything else.â
Sheehan thought she was too thin and looked weak. He didnât know if itâs because the food in the place where she used to live is not good.
She was thin and small, which made people want to protect her well.
Nikita thought his words were funny and really laughed: âIn the process of acupuncture, I canât rest even if Iâm tired.
Itâs just like surgery. If someone cuts your head or stomach open and feels tired to rest in the middle of the operation, are you afraid?â
Sheehan: ââ¦â
This scene is a bit bl**dy.
âBut I do need to replenish energy.â Nikita touched her stomach. âLetâs go. We ask Old Mr. Garrett for something to eat. Iâm hungry.â
Finished it, Nikita turned and walked downstairs.
Sheehan was dazed in place, looking at the tall and slim back of the girl, and then he raised his lips slowly.
Just now, she said âweâ