Bo Wenchuan turned his back to them, his face twisted and terrifying.
Still want to recover and walk again? No way... he should be a cripple for the rest of his life and experience this pain with his son!
At this moment, the doctor opened the door and came in, interrupting Bo Wenchuan.
Seeing that the atmosphere in this family was not good, he asked aloud: "Are they Bo Nanxuan's family members?"
"Yes." Bo Wenchuan hid his expression, put away his inner thoughts, stood up and looked at him.
The doctor stared at the report in his hand and hesitated for a second before speaking: "This patient's arm is seriously injured, and his future life may be affected to a certain extent."
What he said was very cryptic, but everyone understood it.
Bo Nanxuan became disabled.
Suddenly, Mr. Bo picked up his crutch, knocked the ground very hard, and roared angrily: "You taught me this!"
"Now that it's like this, you have to bear at least half of the responsibility because you didn't teach your son well!"
Bo Wenchuan's face turned pale and he backed away. He didn't know whether he was unwilling to accept this fact or because he was afraid of the old man.
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly opened the door to leave. He didn't dare to listen or talk too much about the Bo family's family affairs.
Anyway, the sound insulation of the VIP ward is strong, so you can’t hear anything from outside, so just let them make noise inside!
There was some chaos in the ward.
The housekeeper stopped the old man, but could not stop him. He did not stop until he had scolded Bo Wenchuan enough.
He patted his chest lightly to calm himself down, and then hit the ground with his crutch, which made Bo Wenchuan jump with fear.
"Come here!" the old man ordered.
Bo Wenchuan stood there for two or three seconds, confirming that his father had really calmed down before he dared to approach, and asked aloud: "Dad...what's wrong?"
At this moment, he didn't have the time to worry about whether he would be embarrassed in front of that little beast, Bao Sihan. He just wanted to focus on coaxing Mr. Bo well, which was a thank you to God!
"What on earth is going on?" Mr. Bo said coldly, looking at his grandson lying on the hospital bed, and then said, "Why did Nan Xuan gamble so much money?"
He settled the matter with money in the end. He knew exactly how much money was used to redeem Bo Nanxuan.
Most people go to casinos just to make some money.
However, the amount Bo Nanxuan owed was too large, which seemed a bit abnormal.
The old man has been in society for so many years, so he has to be suspicious, so now he wants to ask more questions.
The casino is a gray area, and there are too many people of all kinds, so you might be targeted and secretly set up.
Besides, the Bo family has too much influence in Beicheng, so it is not impossible for them to be plotted by someone with ulterior motives.
Bo Wenchuan raised his eyebrows and agreed without thinking: "Yes!"
"I feel something's wrong too!"
Although his son is not as good as the Dafang family, he is not someone who has no bottom line and is messing around outside.
So, Bo Wenchuan continued: "No matter how bad Nan Xuan is, he is not a gambler who would borrow so much money in one go."
Immediately afterwards, Bo Wenchuan confessed everything he knew, and he did not hide the fact that the casino called him and threatened him with breaking his son's arm.
Mr. Bo listened quietly. Seeing the guilt on Bo Wenchuan's face, he was silent for a long time.
How painful it must be to see your son being crippled before your own eyes.
After a long time, the old man finally spoke and gave instructions: "Wait until Nanxuan wakes up and ask again carefully. Remember to tell me."
"Okay dad." Bo Wenchuan responded. Seeing that his father was about to leave, he quickly followed, "Dad, can I see you off?"