Wang Yun instinctively reached out her hand to touch her daughter's forehead, then frowned, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
Her leg had been injured for eighteen years, with no hope of recovery long ago.
Tang Xiaoxiao instinctively swallowed and quickly said, "Mom, I don't have a fever, really, I don't. If you don't believe me, try walking a few steps!"
Wang Yun shook her head helplessly, but still walked a few steps in her daughter's bedroom. At first, she didn't feel anything, but then she was shocked to find out.
Her steps were unusually steady, and even the usual faint pain while walking had vanished.
"Mom, you really have healed. It's a miracle, truly a miracle!" Tang Xiaoxiao was overjoyed and cried as she hugged her mother.
This joy was far more intense than the mysterious wealthy man's gift of a hundred million cash last night.
