He Wenchao, whose hands were crippled, couldn't even drive a car, so he had to take a taxi to the hospital for treatment.
After arriving at the hospital, He Wenchao was pushed into the emergency room for rescue. After some rescue efforts, He Wenchao finally saved his life, but his arm still could not receive effective treatment.
At this time, the core members of the He family also came after hearing the news. When they saw He Wenchao's appearance, they were immediately stunned.
He Wenchao's left arm was hanging limply by his side, tilted upward in an abnormal arc, and at the elbow, it was empty and there was nothing left.
He Wenchao's right arm also felt a sharp pain at this time, which made his eyebrows knitted together and his whole head was about to explode. His whole body was twitching and trembling.
When He Wenchao's father, He Jianguo, saw his son in such a miserable state, he became furious and shouted: "Who did this! What bastard dared to destroy my son!"
He Jianguo is a tall and burly man. At this moment, he is standing on the spot with eyes wide open, exuding a chilling aura of violence!
At this time, He Wenchao endured the pain and said in a very aggrieved voice: "Dad, it's...it was Ye Fan who made me like this. Not only did he distort my sister's mouth, he also twisted my
My arm is useless... Wuwuwu... I am not willing to accept it! I am not willing to accept it!"
You know, He Jianguo has always trained He Wenchao as his future successor. In order to train He Wenchao, the He family spent a lot of energy and resources, but now He Wenchao has become a useless person. How can He Jianguo swallow this bad breath in his heart?
Hearing the cry of his precious son, He Jianguo was furious in an instant, and then said harsh words on the spot: "Son! Don't worry, daddy is here to promise you that he will never let that bastard named Ye go! Just wait.
Wait, I will avenge you! I will definitely make that bastard’s life worse than death and kneel at your feet to repent! How can I, the son of the He family, let others bully me casually!”
After hearing He Jianguo's promise, He Wenchao's face softened a little. Then, he showed a ferocious expression and gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, I'm going to castrate that bitch with my own hands! I'm going to let him taste everything in the world."
Torture! I will torture him until life is worse than death!"
Seeing the resentful expression on his son's face, He Jianguo nodded heavily and agreed.
"Don't worry! You want to torture him, and dad will torture him for you!"
"But the first priority is to heal your arm..."
Having said this, He Jianguo turned around and asked the attending doctor seriously: "Doctor! Can my son's arm be saved?"
"this......"
The attending physician's expression seemed a little embarrassed.
When He Jianguo saw this, he quickly urged: "You are so stupid! You should hurry up and tell me, is there really no way for my son to recover?!"
At this time, the attending physician said with an apologetic look: "Mr. He, you are so angry that I have limited knowledge and knowledge. The injury on Mr. He's arm is something I have never seen before in my decades of medical practice. I am really helpless... You
It’s better to hire another Gao Ming!”
Suddenly, He Jianguo's face suddenly dropped, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He asked coldly: "You mean, my son's arm can't be saved?"
"Well! I'm afraid no one in the world can cure it. Even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, they can't cure He Shao's arm!"
The attending doctor shook his head and sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, He Jianguo was so angry that he slapped him on the spot and cursed fiercely: "Shut up, you special code! If you don't have the ability, don't confuse people with your lies here. Who are you scaring?! I
How could my son's arm not be saved? You quack doctors are all such idiots! Get out of here, get out of here! Get out of here!"
After the attending doctor received a slap in the face, he did not dare to refute anything and left the room dejectedly with his head lowered.
After the attending doctor left, He Jianguo sat beside He Wenchao's bed and said seriously: "Son, don't believe what that quack doctor says. He is talking nonsense. Dad will definitely find a way to find someone to cure your arm!"
"Dad! Can you really do it?" He Wenchao raised his head and looked at his father expectantly, and asked hopefully.
"I'm your dad, what do you think?" He Jianguo gently stroked He Wenchao's shoulder with his hand and comforted his son in a gentle voice.
He Wenchao listened to his father's words, tears welled up in his eyes again, and then he lay on his father's chest and said with sobs: "Dad! I don't want to be a cripple! I want to become a person with sound hands... woo woo woo
!”
However, just when He Wenchao was desperate, an old man wearing a Tang suit hurriedly walked in outside the door. This man was the old housekeeper of the He family.
The old housekeeper said excitedly: "Master! What a good thing! What a great thing!"
"What's the good thing? Tell me quickly!" He Jianguo asked anxiously.