The three of them quickly arrived at the private room on the second floor, where Yang Chengxu lay on the couch, staring blankly at the drapes.
"What are you looking at? Have you gone silly?"
Yang Zhenshan patted his face and said.
Yang Chengxu came to his senses, his pale face showing a smile uglier than crying, "Great Uncle!"
"Let me take a look first!" Yang Zhenshan used his spiritual sense to assess his injuries.
The damage to the Dantian was severe, and even the Spirit Base showed signs of collapse. The only consolation was that the Qi Sea was not broken.
As he examined the injuries, Yang Zhenshan fell into deep thought.
Yang Chengxu looked at him with anticipation, while Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but ask, "Father, can he be healed?"
Yang Zhenshan pondered for a moment before saying, "Complete recovery is somewhat difficult, but it's possible to preserve your cultivation, though you may find it hard to progress further in the future!"
