Li Huowang was sitting in a wheelchair with his mother pushing him out of the room. His thin arms—the size of chicken legs—were cuffed to the wheelchair.0

Despite his condition, Li Huowang was surprised that they didn't make him wear a straitjacket. It seemed that they were convinced that he was cured.0

Li Huowang glanced at the four guards around him and said, “I’m just going out for some fresh air. Do I really need this many guards?”0

“It’s fine; let them be. They're here under the orders of the higher-ups. Little Liu's job is already hard, so don’t make it harder for him.0

Li Huowang smiled at his mother’s words. Clearly, his mother was doing well here. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given the people here any nicknames.0

“Huowang, it’s...0