Approximately ten minutes later, Bidegla's eyes opened once again, this time with a look of despair. He had completely lost the ability to sense his left hand through his Qi technique, meaning that his left hand would no longer be able to unleash powerful force as his Qi increased.

Is his left hand truly useless now? Bidegla's face finally revealed a touch of misery.

"Don't worry, your left hand will be fine," Tara Lassen said, rushing into Bidegla's embrace, her tears soaking his clothes.

Although sighing internally, Bidegla quickly adjusted his mindset. He gently patted Tara Lassen's back with his right hand and said, "Don't worry about me. Even if my left hand is disabled, I can still live a relaxed life."

Bidegla's words were absolutely true; his clairvoyant ability was not related to his left hand. As long as his clairvoyant ability remained, he would still have an endless supply of money.

It was just unfortunate that he could no longer continue to strengthen his left hand in the future, a huge regret.

"Yes." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Tara Lassen suddenly lifted her head, her eyes slightly red, and said, "You're right. Even if you lose your left hand, you will still be my husband. I will never leave you in my lifetime."

After speaking, Tara Lassen seemed to feel that she had been too straightforward and blushed.

Upon hearing her words, Bidegla was momentarily stunned, but then deeply moved. This woman was truly foolish, Bidegla didn't know what was so good about himself.

Gently stroking Tara Lassen's back, Bidegla said slowly, "Tara, I already have a girlfriend. I've told you that I can't give you the happiness you desire. You're still young, so find someone else to marry."

As he said this, Bidegla couldn't help but turn away. He really didn't want to let this girl down, but he felt a little uncomfortable pushing her away.

Men were like this, not wanting to let go of women with whom they had been involved. However, Bidegla understood that he couldn't delay others, which would be a kind of indirect harm to both her and himself.

"Do you really not like me at all?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Tara Lassen's body stiffened, then began to tremble slightly.

"It's not that I don't like you, I just don't want to delay you," Bidegla responded, unsure of how to handle the situation.

"You haven't delayed me. I have already fallen in love with you," Tara Lassen said, clearly delighted, and then added, "Don't worry, I won't interfere with your actions, or stop you from seeing your girlfriend. I just hope to have a place in your heart."

After speaking, Tara Lassen lay back on Bidegla, gripping his clothes tightly as if afraid he might slip away.

"Bidegla, my heart belongs to you, and my body belongs to you too. Don't even think about getting rid of me for the rest of your life," she said before coughing violently, her face turning red.

"Are you okay?" Bidegla asked, feeling awkward at Tara Lassen's state.

"I'm fine," Tara Lassen said, glaring at Bidegla before taking a tissue from her pocket to wipe her mouth. "You can't get rid of me for the rest of your life," she added before pushing the medical cart and walking outside.

After she departed, Bidegla, with a bitter smile, adjusted his trousers. He had intended to send Tara Lassen away, but a wondrous turn of events had occurred.

It must be said that Tara Lassen was truly a seductive woman. Not only was she a virgin, but she also willingly engaged in such activities.

Now, Bidegla found himself reluctant to part with her. After all, Tara Lassen had declared that she belonged entirely to him. He could not bear to let go of such a woman.

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The thought of releasing her, only for her to engage in such activities with other men, greatly displeased Bidegla.

With a self-deprecating smile, Bidegla ceased dwelling on these matters, for the future held uncertain developments. All he could do now was take one step at a time.

Not long after Tara Lassen's departure, the hospital room door was once again pushed open, and a group of city government officials, led by Morton Duda, entered.

This time, Bidegla had paid a great price in order to save lives, and now, most of their faces bore expressions of shame.

A once healthy man had become disabled, a fate that no one could accept.

"Are you feeling any better?" Morton Duda inquired with a look of concern.

"I'm fine," Bidegla replied, casting a calm gaze over the group.

"How is my senior brother doing now?" Bidegla had no knowledge of Stuart Buzer's condition following his fainting spell.

"He only sustained minor injuries and is unharmed. Furthermore, the criminals have all been captured, with none escaping," Morton Duda responded, his expression growing even more solemn.

Although Bidegla did not blame them, his tone was not pleasant. Morton Duda was well aware of Bidegla's background, and if he became angry, there would be no escaping his wrath.

"That's good," Bidegla nodded, then added, "I am tired and in need of rest. You should all return."

Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the people present displayed a palpable sense of embarrassment. They had come in such numbers and had yet to utter a word before being dismissed.

However, Bidegla had become like this for their sake, so they dared not say a word at this moment.

"Bidegla, rest assured that experts are on their way to tend to your injuries. They will ensure that you make a full recovery," Morton Duda said, with a look of contrition.

"Furthermore, you need not worry. For helping our department apprehend the robbers, we will provide you with a reward of one million dollars. You deserve it."

"Uncle Duda, do you truly believe that I did this for money?" Bidegla retorted, before turning away.

"I was acting on someone else's behalf, so I have no need for any rewards. I am not in need of money, and this matter has nothing to do with you. You need not blame yourselves. I will handle my injuries on my own."

With that, Bidegla waved his hand at everyone and said, "Alright, I truly need to rest now. Please do not disturb me any further."

Seeing Bidegla in this state, Morton Duda sighed inwardly. It was not wise to agitate him further at this time.

"Then rest well. I will come to see you again in due time," Morton Duda said before turning and leaving, followed by the other government officials.

Everyone has left, but two people remain here: Shina Macai, who pleaded with Bidegla to act, and Anson Macai, Shina Macai's father.

"Bidegla..."

Beside Anson Macai, Shina Macai's face was full of shame and deep self-blame. She had pleaded with Bidegla to act, and her father was saved, but it was Bidegla who suffered. His arm was crippled as a result, and they now fully understood the extent of Bidegla's injuries – they were incurable.

Even with prosthetic bones, he would not be able to move as freely as a normal person. The thought that Bidegla had become this way because of her filled Shina Macai with guilt and brought her to tears many times.

Although Bidegla had bullied her many times, seeing him in this state now caused an immense pain in her heart. If it weren't for her pleading with Bidegla, he wouldn't have ended up like this – permanently disabled. This was an unacceptable blow for any normal person.

"I'm fine," Bidegla said, looking at Shina Macai's full of self-blame. He sighed and said, "I don't blame you. This time, I only blame myself for being too careless. I need to rest now, so please leave."

After saying that, Bidegla turned away, even though he said he didn't blame Shina Macai, his true feelings were impossible to hide.

Honestly, at this moment he truly regretted it. If he hadn't agreed to Shina Macai's request, he wouldn't have ended up like this. His left arm, it was completely useless now and could never be healed.

"I..." Upon hearing Bidegla's words and seeing his actions, Shina Macai burst into tears. She could see that Bidegla truly blamed her.

"I'm sorry," Shina Macai said, her voice choked with tears pouring down like a broken rain curtain.

Seeing this, Anson Macai sighed in his heart. It was only after being saved that he found out it was his daughter who had pleaded for Bidegla to act. His feelings at the moment were not much different from Shina Macai's – both filled with guilt towards Bidegla. If it weren't for him, Bidegla's left arm wouldn't be completely crippled.

"Bidegla, rest well. Don't worry, I will find a way to heal your hand. If the experts in the country can't do it, I will go and seek the most renowned international experts. I guarantee it with my reputation," Anson Macai said.

After that, Anson Macai pulled Shina Macai away, and they never looked back. This incident was caused by him, and he had to bear the majority of the responsibility for Bidegla's injury. Now, he was thinking about how to contact those renowned experts.

"Dad, do you think he will forgive me?" outside the ward, Shina Macai asked, grabbing her father.

"Ah, I'm not sure," Anson Macai sighed, looking at his daughter's panicked face. "Whether he forgives us or not, we owe him. For now, let's leave and not provoke him any further."

With a reluctant look back at Bidegla's ward, Shina Macai and her father left the scene.