But none of this was an accident.
Mu Qing was already paralyzed, one leg amputated; for the rest of his life, he was to be a disabled person. Even if saved in the hospital, people would look at him through a tinted lens.
He suspected all of this had something to do with Mu Dian.
However, suspicion could not serve as evidence.
Wan Mei had already cried herself into a mess, clutching at Mu Chun's sleeve, her voice hoarse from weeping, "Chun brother, how will Qing cope with the reality of losing his legs when he wakes up? My poor Qing, he's so pitiable! He's our only son..."
Mu Chun's heart also ached; he had only this one son, who, despite not always excelling, had been showered with his love from a young age. Now with Mu Qing's legs severed, reduced to nothing more than a cripple, lying in a hospital bed with his life in the balance, how could he accept this reality?
"Bang!"
