However, facing Ye Fan's sincere request, the man only replied dejectedly, "Then you should leave."
"Oh?"
Ye Fan couldn't understand why he would be rejected. So, he asked, "Is three years of service not worth your freedom?"
"A mere three years is nothing, so what if it were thirty? Unfortunately, I'm already a cripple. What use could I possibly be?"
"Therefore, you should go! Since I'm a cripple anyway, just let me waste away and die on this ship!"
Ye Fan said, "Why cling to such despair? Your martial power hasn't been lost. It's only your meridians that are severed. I have a way to heal you!"
"What? You really have a way to heal me?"
The man's head snapped up. He stared at Ye Fan in utter shock, his murky eyes filled with disbelief.
"That's right!"
Ye Fan nodded. In fact, his greatest strength as the King of Heaven wasn't his martial prowess, but his medical skills, which were comparable to a reincarnated Hua Tuo.
