"You're recovering well, Ye. You should be able to walk, but you can't even take a step now."
In a villa park in the United States, the setting sun cast golden light into the room.
Dr. Mike checked Leng Ye's body, his expression somber as he looked at Leng Ye: "Ye, I think it's your psychological factors that are at play."
"I've tried, but unfortunately..."
Sitting in the wheelchair, Leng Ye gently tapped his legs, a hint of self-mockery appearing on his handsome face: "I had the nurse help me stand up, then let go of me. I tried to walk a few steps, but it was futile."
He was indeed recovering well, and his legs were feeling sensation and strength, but when it came time to walk, he couldn't move a step. He had tried many methods, but none worked.
He thought he knew the reason, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
