In the ward.
The man was awake.
Even with anesthesia, the knife went straight through his leg, nearly severing the limb.
Fu Mingxiu lay flat on the bed, his face pale; his bluish lips making his face look even more horrific and dreadful.
Crack—
The door was pushed open.
Making a soft sound.
The sound of a cane striking the floor was particularly clear and grating.
Fu Mingxiu slowy turned his head, his face flush with excitement when he saw the old man, he reached out his hand, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."
Only grandpa could save him now.
As long as grandpa wanted to, he could escape this calamity.
For sure!
Fu Tingyuan walked to the bedside.
Looking at the man on the bed whose face was wretched, he couldn't help but frown.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Grandpa save me, I can't go to jail, I can't…"
"The doctor said you might limp for the rest of your life," Grampa replied, ignoring his plea and continuing his sentence calmly.
Fu Mingxiu froze.
