At that moment, Wang Weiting had finally vented his frustration.
Su Wen, unwilling to watch the hospital corridor turn into Wang Weiting's venue for dealing with household matters, grabbed Wang Weiting's arm.
Wang Weiting stood still as if he had received some kind of command.
As Su Wen took the cane from Wang Weiting's hand, he said to him, "Doctor Wang, feeling better now?"
Witnessing the scene, Su Wen struck Wang Weiting's back with the cane, and thick fresh blood instantly spilled from Wang Weiting's mouth.
"Su Wen!"
"Mr. Su!"
Wang Tao and Yuan Li called out to Su Wen at almost the same time, their hearts jumping to their throats.
"Su Wen, my father is over sixty years old, and yet you still lay hands on him. I warn you, no matter what you've done before, if anything happens to my father, I will not let you off, even if it costs me my life!"
Hearing Wang Tao's words, Su Wen paid them no mind and simply looked down at Wang Weiting's condition.
