Tianhe City, in a top hospital's VIP ward, the atmosphere was incredibly solemn.
Lying on the bed was none other than Fu Longjian.
At this moment, Fu Longjian's legs had been severed. The doctor said that the method used was extremely skilled; the blood vessels and bones at the wound were shattered into powder. Therefore, reattaching the legs was utterly impossible,
and thus, Fu Longjian could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Fu Longjian's face was wrapped in layers of white cloth, revealing only his eyes, and the white gauze was soaked with glaring fresh blood, creating a particularly shocking sight.
Seeing him like this, Tan Wanrong cried continuously, afraid that her loud cries would disturb Fu Longjian, so she suppressed her sobs, which were filled with a taste of despair and pain.
"My son... you were fine before, how could you suddenly turn into this..." Tan Wanrong murmured to herself, "How am I supposed to live with this..."
