Yang Ming sneered and said, "You just talk nonsense. When I broke your arm, you talk nonsense."

"Look, I can't lift my arm now. I've broken my belly. Does it hurt all the time? Can't I lift it?"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "There's no way to explain to someone like you. Look at me."

Yang Ming came up to him, clapped his arm twice and said, "Now you raise your arm and see if you can move it."

The paragraph raised his arm forcefully, and sure enough, it was all right, and it didn't hurt anymore, so he smiled and said, "Mom, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

"You're paralyzed...