Zhancheng First People''s Hospital.

    In the clean white room, an old man in a white coat, a middle-aged man, and Mu Shuying were next to him.

    "How is it?" the old man asked the middle-aged man next to him.

    "Dean, this current is coming from this young man''s body, and we can''t cut it off." The middle-aged man said with a frown.

    "President, you must think of a way." Mu Shuying pulled the old man''s arm, tears rolling in his eyes.

    "Miss Mu, we will definitely try our best to find a way." The dean said to her with a frown.

    "Uh-huh."

    At this time, Long Ritian was lying on the bed, his feet were still a piece of bone with white flowers, and there was no trace of shredded meat.

    At the joints, a trace of granulation is slowly growing.

    The dean stayed for a while and left the ward.

    "Hello, Xiao Zhao." The old dean made a call.

    "Uncle Li, why did you remember to call me?" A majestic middle-aged voice came from the opposite side.

    "I received a very strange wounded person here."

    "Oh? How serious is the injury that even the dignified Dean Li can''t handle?"

    "It''s very serious, there are bones below the calf," said the old dean.

    "Isn''t this kind of injury good until amputation?" said the majestic man.

    "No, his legs are covered with high-volt current, and we can''t move." The dean sighed.

    "what?"

    The sound of the cup shattering came from the opposite side, and he shouted in shock.

    "Well, you heard that right, it''s an electrical current from his body."

    "Is anyone still in your hospital?"

    "exist!"

    "Okay, I''ll be right over here."

    …

    In an ordinary villa, a middle-aged man hung up the phone and stood up.

    Then there was a pause, and a number was dialed.

    "Hey, it''s me."

    "Old Zhao, is there something wrong?" A magnetic voice came from the opposite side.

    "Uncle Li found a young man who generates electricity by himself. I think you should be interested."

    "Oh really?"

    "Um."

    "Okay, thank you Lao Zhao."

    "Ha ha."

    In a dense mountain in Kyoto, a man and a woman came out.

    …

    "Dean, dean."

    In the old dean''s office, the dean named Uncle Li was sitting on the chair when a worried voice came.

    "Director Yang, what''s so urgent?" Director Li asked with a frown.

    Director Yang is the doctor in charge of Long Ritian.

    "That, that young man..." Director Yang panted heavily.

    "What happened to the young man?" Dean Li stood up and asked anxiously.

    "The young man''s feet are slowly growing." Director Yang said excitedly.

    "what?"

    Dean Li shouted in surprise and hurried out.

    "A miracle, a miracle in the medical world."

    Dean Li stood beside the bed, his hands trembling across Long Ritian''s body.

    Looking at his calf, which had grown by a tenth, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

    "President, is my boyfriend okay?" Mu Shuying asked nervously.

    "It should be fine, his recovery ability is amazing." Dean Li said tremblingly.

    clatter!

    clatter!

    clatter!

    I saw a middle-aged man wearing a suit and exuding a huge upper-level atmosphere walking in.

    "Little Zhao, you are here."

    "Well, Uncle Li." The middle-aged man nodded and looked at Long Ritian on the bed.

    "Really, amazing." The middle-aged man said excitedly.

    "Well, I was also frightened when he delivered it, so it''s still not dead." Dean Li nodded.

    "Uncle Li, can''t anyone else know about this?"

    "Well, this little girl and Director Yang know about it."

    The middle-aged man set his sights on Mu Shuying.