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In the large room, Russell was helping Zoey change her bandages. Upon hearing her question, Russell paused for a moment, then continued his task. “After I saved you that night, I was hit in the lower back by a beam. A classmate rescued me and contacted my father, who had me rushed overseas for treatment. However, even the best doctors at the time were helpless, and I was eventually told I would never walk again. Five years later, I met an elderly man. He had long white hair and a beard. His medical skills were remarkable, and through methods like massage, acupuncture, herbal treatments, and medication, after a year of treatment, I slowly regained feeling in my legs, and eventually, I fully recovered.” Zoey asked, “What was the name of that elderly man?” “He introduced himself as ‘Loner.