Qian Jindong was shocked and angry, and slapped his younger brother on the face again.
Snap!
Following a loud slap, the boy's left cheek instantly swelled up, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He endured the pain and quickly explained: "Mr. Qian! It's none of my business! It was Young Master Qian who took those friends out on his own initiative, but those friends didn't tell me, and Young Master Qian didn't mention that either
youth......"
"waste!"
Qian Jindong glared at the younger brother again, then he frowned and thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, let's forget about it for now, what does the doctor say?"
At this time, the younger brother responded anxiously: "The doctor said... that the young master seems to have some mental problem. Even if he is cured, I am afraid there will be sequelae..."
"What? Are there any sequelae?"
When Qian Jindong heard this, he was shocked and exclaimed, his eyes widened.
This kind of sequelae can be very troublesome and even cause disability.
Thinking of this, Qian Jindong was stunned on the spot. He stood blankly beside the hospital bed and did not react at all for a moment.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Qian Jindong was so flustered that he felt like his whole world had collapsed.
After all, Qian Zhenxuan is the hope for the future of the Qian family. He will inherit the huge assets he left behind in the future and bring the Qian family to the top!
However, at this moment, Qian Zhenxuan actually suffered a huge trauma. This was such bad news as a bolt from the blue!
When he thought of this, Qian Jindong wanted to kill the murderer who caused his son's accident.
But Qian Jindong knew that the top priority was to find a way to cure his son's disease.
Then, he sternly ordered and cursed at the younger brother: "Hurry up and call the attending physician over, and I will ask him personally about the situation!"
"Okay...okay!"
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, held his son's pale and cold hands, and murmured to himself with complicated eyes: "Son! Don't worry, no matter what, dad will definitely uphold justice for you, absolutely.
I won’t let the person who hurt you go unpunished!”
Not long after, a doctor came to the scene. The doctor was wearing a white medical gown with the word 'brain department' written on his nameplate.
This is a male doctor in his fifties or sixties. He wears a pair of thick gold-rimmed glasses. He looks very knowledgeable and has a gentle and elegant appearance, exuding the aura of an expert.
"Money is always good."
The male doctor greeted Qian Jindong respectfully.
"Doctor! Hello, how is my son doing now?" Qian Jindong asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qian. I tried my best, but Mr. Qian was injured too seriously. Although he was rescued, he is still unconscious. I am really helpless." The doctor said regretfully.
"You...what did you say? You can't even cure Zhenxuan?" Hearing this, Qian Jindong's eyes widened and he shouted sharply.
You know, this doctor is the top brain expert in Beijing.