Three days later, at Jianghai People's Hospital.
"Director Zheng, is my son's illness beyond your abilities too?" Liu Jianzhong asked, his face haggard. Seeing the helpless shake of Director Zheng's head, Liu Jianzhong cast a glance at his second son, Liu Shaoqi, who was mysteriously paralyzed and lying on the hospital bed. His heart ached, and a wave of anger surged within him.
Liu Shaoqi had become this way the morning after attending Xu Bowen's banquet.
While he was mentally clear, and despite some redness and swelling in his face, no symptoms could be found. He was, inexplicably, paralyzed.
Over three days, Liu Jianzhong had sought the help of countless renowned experts. All to no avail. Would his young son really have to spend the rest of his life confined to a bed?
"Dad, if I can't recover, just put me out of my misery. I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life," Liu Shaoqi said through his tears.
SLAP!
