Zhao Wen knew that only by breaking through the encirclement could he return to his most important person.

He used all his strength, desperately waving the knife in his hand, his hands up and down. His head rolled like a ball to his feet. He doesn't care.

The robes were dyed red and became heavier and heavier.

But it doesn't matter. He even forgot about the sharp pain in his lower back.

The more he cuts, the fewer enemies there are, just like he used to.

He seems to have returned to the time when he was the high-spirited young marshal of the Zhao family army 12 years ago.

Good. It's a good feeling.

Familiar and distant.

Far away, he almost forgot what it looked like.

But now that he remembered, he wanted to grab it again and never let it go again!

I don't know how long I've been cutting it. I just feel dark and endless.

He didn't know how tired he was. He kept wielding his broadsword until the last of his enemies had his head cut off.

Blood gushes out of the neck cavity.

Blood was sprinkled on his face like a medal of victory.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen"

Rong Yu's voice became clearer and clearer, as if behind him, or above him

He turned around and looked around, but he didn't find Rong Yu at all, but her voice was getting clearer and clearer.

"Rong Yu ......"

"Rong Yu!" Zhao Wen screamed and suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Wen opened his eyes and saw a face in front of him. It turned out to be Rong Yu, with a sad face.

Just now, what he heard in his dream was Rong Yu's cry, right?

"Brother Wen, you're awake, you're finally awake!"

Rong Yu was too excited, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Wen.

"Rong Yu......" Zhao Yi frowned. He found that what he felt in his dream matched reality. His back hurt like it was broken.

He wanted to say a few words to Rong Yu to comfort her and say that he was fine, but when this sentence reached his mouth, it turned into a moan.

"Brother Wen, how do you feel? Does the wound hurt?" Rong Yu heard Zhao Wen's moan, and suddenly the whole person was very anxious.

"Okay, I'll ......" Zhao Wen had a major operation. Now he has just woken up, but his strength has not yet recovered. Words are also a heavy burden for him.

Chu Xintian, Zhao Wu, and Ali on the side were all relieved when they saw Zhao Wen open his eyes.

"Mrs. Shizi, let me check." Chu Xintian stepped forward and patted Rong Yu on the shoulder.

"Well, it's a good ......" Rong Yu wiped the tears from his face and walked aside.

Chu Xintian carefully examined Zhao Yi's body to see if there were any problems with his physical functions such as eyesight, hearing, and feeling.

The most important thing is to take a look at Zhao Wen's lower limbs. They have not yet regained their ability to perceive.

"Ali, Zhao Wu, you, help me hold the prince and turn him over." Chu Xintian asked Zhao Wu for help.

Zhao Wu and Ah Li hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Lord Shizi, how do you feel? Don't hide it. Tell me directly. Chu Xintian said to Zhao Wen again.

Zhao Yi nodded.

Chu Xintian took a deep breath, picked up a mallet, and hit Zhao Wen's leg.

"Shizi, do you hurt?" When she knocked on the acupuncture point, she asked Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen kept shaking his head.

Seeing Zhao Wen shaking his head, Chu Xintian frowned.

If Zhao Wen's leg felt pain under Chu Xintian's knocking, Ming's operation was successful. She connected Zhao Wen's severed nerves and dredged them. As a result, the pain in her leg can be transmitted to the brain through nerves, allowing the person to respond.

But Zhao Wen did not feel the pain, that is, the operation was not successful, and the pain was not transmitted to the brain through the nerves, so there was no response. It's not that Chu Xintian's beating didn't cause pain, but even with pain, Zhao Wen still didn't feel before. If there is no pain, then the leg is disabled.