Within 10,000 words A stream of blood spurted out from the hole in the chopsticks like a water column and shot straight onto the bed curtain! Suddenly, the bed curtain was filled with blood flowers one after another!
Su Zicong was like a wild boar that had been stabbed. After rolling silently a few times, he kicked his legs and fainted!
Su Long Su Hu jumped out of bed covered in sweat.
The doctors immediately began to stop Su Zicong's bleeding, examine him, and bandage...
The eldest lady's eyes were fixed on the person on the bed, her fists were clenched, and large drops of sweat were flowing down her cheeks. Her heart was beating extremely hard, and she was terrified that the thing she was afraid of would happen.
"What happened? What happened to Zicong?" Here, Su Buqing, who got the news, also hurriedly came back from outside. As soon as he entered the prime minister's house, he heard Aizi's wailing. When he came in, he was even more shocked.
The bloody sight in front of him was so frightening that he was stunned.
Su Zicong was the treasure in his hand, and his status was much higher than that of Su Baixi. He had always placed high hopes on him, and he spared no effort and money to let him travel to various countries. He only hoped that he would become an official in the court and honor his ancestors.
"Father, it was Su Yueming who killed the second brother. The second brother is your only son. You must avenge the second brother!" Su Baixi came over with tears streaming down her face and complained in front of Su Buqing.
"It's the third girl again?" Su Buqing's face was very, very ugly, and her tone was extremely unhappy.
Even though his view of Su Yueming's daughter has changed a lot, and he even plans to find a good future for her, but no matter what, his only legitimate son Su Zicong is much more important.
The resentment in the eldest lady's eyes is getting thicker, sharper, and deeper.
By this time, the doctors had treated Su Zicong's wound, and he finally stopped bleeding. The doctors wiped the sweat from his forehead and the blood on his hands and came to Su Buqing.
"How is the second young master's condition?" Su Buqing asked in a deep voice, with great hope in her heart.
The doctors looked at each other with expressions of embarrassment on their faces. No one dared to speak first. They all knew that the person lying on the bed was the most precious son of the prime minister's family and the only son of the prime minister.
"Say!" Su Buqing shouted sternly as his patience was exhausted.
"Yes! Mr. Prime Minister, these iron chopsticks penetrated the second young master's wrist and severed the most important tendon on his arm. The second young master's right hand may be... broken." The leading doctor said in fear.
"What do you mean crippled?" Su Buqing's heart sank suddenly. He saw Su Zicong's bandaged hand hanging on the bed like a chicken head with its neck cut off.
"The tendon in my hand has been severed. Even if it heals, I can no longer exert any strength, nor can I eat." The doctor boldly informed the patient of the diagnosis.
"What..." After hearing this, the eldest lady felt her eyes darken and took two steps back. Ding Xiang and Lan Ju quickly stepped forward to support her. She rubbed her temples and tried to calm herself down before asking in a trembling voice.
, "Doctor, there is still a way to cure it. As long as it can cure my son's hand, it doesn't matter how high the cost is!"
Several doctors shook their heads at the same time, "The tendons are broken, there is nothing we can do."
The hopes held by the eldest lady were shattered.
Su Buqing frowned and couldn't even eat. Then his only son was equivalent to a disabled person. The Zhou Dynasty was a country that advocated martial arts. Even civil servants had to know some kung fu. If they didn't have the skills to tie a chicken,
His strength will definitely be looked down upon by his colleagues. Su Zicong is missing a hand. How will he become an official in the court in the future?