Mr. Yan looked at Yan Jing with a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I can't move your person... right?"

Yan Jing didn't say anything, but his arrogant expression seemed to explain everything.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan sneered twice, "Okay, okay, I don't care about you."

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he said in a calm voice: "But what I have to do to you must do for me!"

His murderous eyes showed his attitude - if things were not done, he would definitely attack that woman!

Yan Jing took all his threatening intentions, pulled his lips disapprovingly, and turned around and left.

After he walked out of the room, Mr. Yan raised the crutch in his hand with a gloomy face.

Snap!

The porcelain cup shattered and tea splashed everywhere!

Yan Jing returned to his research room and walked straight to the woman lying on the cold instrument table.

"You're back." The woman sat up slightly and gave him a innocent and harmless smile.

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Yan Jing approached and her eyes fell on her legs where the medicine was injecting.

Two legs that are no different from ordinary people, and two metal catheters are inserted on both sides of the thighs, introducing special therapeutic agents into her body.

Han Meng also followed his gaze and landed on his legs, his eyelids drooping slightly, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

Although Yan Jing cured her legs, she had to replenish her potions every three days, otherwise her legs would lose their activity and she would be paralyzed again.

It is precisely because of this that she is tied to this instrument and cannot leave for more than three days...

Although Han Meng was a little dissatisfied, she could only hope that Yan Jing would develop a better way as soon as possible to get rid of this damn potion.

She thought about it, and suddenly the catheter on her thigh was torn off.

A sudden pain came, causing her to frown and she screamed: "Big Young Master, you--"

Yan Jing threw away the catheter in his hand indifferently and looked at her expressionlessly.

Han Meng felt an ominous feeling when he was staring at him.

She had just moved her lips and was about to speak.

"Ah! Ah, ah..."

All three catheters on the thighs were pulled out and left aside.

Han Meng was trembling with pain, and cold sweat flowed along her forehead across her cheeks and slid across the blue veins that burst into tears between her neck.

"Big, Big Young Master, why do you have to do this? To me..."

She gritted her teeth and finally asked tremblingly.

Yan Jing glanced at her painful face and said without any mercy: "Yan Jiang is the old man's favorite son. You hurt him, why do you think?"

Han Meng's pupils shrink slightly, Yan Jiang?

"I know that I misarranged this matter, but Qin Shu called the second young master over...I just accidentally injured the second young master."

“That’s enough.”

Yan Jing snorted lightly, turned around and left.

Han Meng was panicked. He left. What should I do with his legs?

She subconsciously reached out to pull him, but forgot the fact that her legs could not move.

With a bang.

The whole person fell off the instrument table.

But her hands were still raised high, and she grabbed Yan Jing's clothes and dared not let go.

"My eldest son, I know it's wrong, it's me wrong. If you leave like this, what should I do with my legs and my legs... Please forgive me, I know it's wrong!"

Han Meng had long abandoned her pride in front of outsiders and subordinates and prayed humbly.

She couldn't care about so much, just wanted to hold her legs.

After experiencing a life of freedom of movement, she didn't want to live back in a wheelchair again.

Yan Jing stopped and looked down at her.

Han Meng quickly acted more earnest and pitiful, with tears in her eyes, "Big Young Master, I really know I was wrong..."


Chapter completed!