"It's good that you're all alright." Ye Liqiang looked at Ji You and the others with a gentle smile. Then, he fixed his gaze on Ji You's severed arm, his eyes narrowing. After that, his lips relaxed into a smile again, as he said, "It's okay if your arm is broken, I'll find you the best doctor to fix it."
"Really?" Ji You's eyes lit up. "Senior Ye, can my hand still be fixed? Can it be restored to how it was?"
Ye Liqiang thought for a moment before saying, "That will have to wait until the doctor does a detailed examination. However, even if it can't be restored, it's okay. Look—" He suddenly slapped his own thigh and elbow, then pointed to his own hair, saying, "This leg, this arm, and also this hair, they were all transplanted later..."
Saying this, Ye Liqiang vigorously waved his hand, tugged at his hair, and kicked his leg, laughing, "Transplants don't affect the body's agility."
