"Enough, let us wait two more hours before drinking," Xiao Song put down the bowl, wiped the grease from his hands, and asked, "Do you truly have sensation in your lower limbs?"
"Xiao Yuezhi, I find that you've become naive, believing the unreliable words of Liu Qingsong?" Ran Yan frowned as she said.
Xiao Song shook his head, but said, "However, the situation he described, although I am not well-versed in medicine, seems somewhat credible."
Ran Yan said, "It's not that easy to be paralyzed. Only when the spinal cord is severely damaged can it cause paraplegia. I had calculated it at the time; when I inserted the poison needle into that person's body, the opponent must have momentarily hesitated, which would have at least halved the force of the fall, nowhere near enough to damage my spinal cord. Otherwise, why would I ever expose my back to the enemy?"
