Qian Jindong was shocked and angry, and waved his hand and slapped him on his face again.
A snap!
With a loud slap, my little brother's left cheek instantly swollen, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He endured the pain and quickly explained: "Mr. Qian! It's not my business! Qian Shao took those friends out for his own initiative, but those friends didn't tell me, and Qian Shao didn't mention that either.
youth......"
"waste!"
Qian Jindong glared at the little brother again, then he frowned and thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, don't worry about this for now, what do you say?"
At this time, the younger brother Zhan Zhan responded in panic: "The doctor said... it seems that there is something wrong with the young master's spirit. Even if he is cured, he may leave behind sequelae..."
"What? There are still sequelae?"
When Qian Jindong heard this, he exclaimed in shock and his eyes were wide open.
This sequelae is very troublesome and may even cause disability.
Thinking of this, Qian Jindong was stunned on the spot. He stood beside the hospital bed in a daze, and did not react at all.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Qian Jindong was so nervous that he felt that the whole world had collapsed.
After all, Qian Zhenxuan is their Qian family’s hope in the future. He will inherit the huge assets he left behind in the future and bring the Qian family to its peak rhythm!
But at this moment, Qian Zhenxuan was actually traumatized. This was a bad news like a bolt from the blue!
When Qian Jindong thought of this, he wanted to kill the murderer who caused his son to get into trouble.
But Qian Jindong knew that the most urgent task was to find a way to cure his son's illness.
So he ordered and scolded the little brother seriously: "Call the attending physician quickly and I will ask him about the situation in person!"
"Okay... OK!"
The little brother nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then ran away quickly.
On the other hand, Qian Jindong sat down in front of the bed, holding his son's pale and cold hands, muttering to himself with complicated eyes: "Son! Don't worry, no matter what, my dad will definitely preside over you, absolutely
You won't let those who hurt you get away with it!"
Not long after, a doctor came to the scene and saw the doctor wearing a white medical robe with the words "brain department" written on the breastplate.
This is a male doctor in his fifties and sixties, wearing a pair of thick gold wire-framed glasses, who looks very knowledgeable and elegant, revealing an expert atmosphere.
"The money is good."
The male doctor greeted Qian Jindong respectfully.
"Doctor! Hello, how is my son's current situation?" Qian Jindong asked anxiously.
"Sorry, Mr. Qian, I have tried my best, but Qian Shao was injured too seriously. Although he was rescued, he was still unconscious. I was helpless." The doctor said regretfully.
"What did you say? Can't you even treat Zhenxuan?" Hearing this, Qian Jindong widened his eyes and shouted sharply.
You know, this doctor is the top brain expert in Beijing. This chapter has been completed!