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067 Distressed

Mr. Zhan staggered forward slowly.

The man standing in the room is indeed his son, and the appearance that has inherited the advantages of both him and his wife cannot be faked; he is also sure that Zhan Shaoqing must still have difficulty walking in his legs, and the doctor in the villa will report to him every day

Regarding his son's condition, routine examinations never showed any signs of Zhan Shaoqing's recovery.

If that's the case, what is the scene he sees now?

Thinking of something, his heart trembled, and the old man began to scold loudly: "Are you okay? What are you doing standing there like this? Brat, why are you trying to be so stubborn? You don't want your body anymore!" Didn't his son think?

Let him watch the self-abuse scene!

"Dad, I can stand." Zhan Shaoqing finally said, "In the past few years, I have been practicing standing up and walking in my room. Walking is still not good, but standing like this is fine." As he said, he

He gritted his teeth and tried to move his legs, but severe pain came and one of his legs went weak. His face, already pale and painful from standing, twisted, and his tall body was about to collapse.

"Young Master!" The old man was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He quickly stepped forward to support him. While helping his son to the wheelchair, he scolded him in a low voice, "Nonsense! Since you want to recover and be healthy, why do you hide yourself?

Get up and practice! Either you or the doctor are better, professionals can prevent you from hurting yourself!"

The old man suddenly woke up and was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared: "No wonder, no wonder the doctor always said that you have bruises on your legs and body. It turns out that they were all caused by you practicing nonsense like this! Damn boy, you still think you deserve to live.

Are you impatient? Why are you torturing yourself like this? You think I don’t worry enough, don’t you?”

He couldn't help but think of his son practicing silently, and his heart ached so much. With Shaoqing's pride and self-esteem, he would not allow his ugly face to be exposed. Even if the other party was a doctor or an expert, he would not fall down and fail in front of them.

, so I can only keep trying on my own.

Without anyone to help guide him, Shao Qing had to fall down many times before he could stand up from the wheelchair, and he had to collapse and get injured many times after trying hard like he just did. It would take him to the point of almost complete despair before he could admit that he couldn't walk anymore...



"I was wrong, Dad. I apologize for all the things I did in the past. It was because I couldn't think of it, but it made everyone suffer." Zhan Shaoqing took the old man's hand, "So, Dad, I want to tell you,

I want to walk out of this villa, I want to face the sunshine outside, I will concentrate on my recovery, I will inherit the Zhan family, I will become your most outstanding son again, and I will never be depressed again!"


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