Seeing Wei Minglan cradling the glass bottle like a treasure, Jiang Zhe's lips curled into a smile, "However, I have already treated them with a special drug, these brain cells have lost their vitality, they are no more than a bottle of brain cells in the literal sense."
"You!" Wei Minglan was shocked and heartbroken, her eyes reddening.
She immediately examined the glass bottle and indeed, the brain cells inside had shriveled and withered, becoming a clump of fluffy matter, completely unusable, merely a pile of useless surgical waste.
"Jiang Zhe!" Wei Minglan gnashed her teeth.
It was the hope of another son that Jiang Zhe had completely destroyed.
Fury overtook Qin Li, and he raised his hand to strike at Jiang Zhe.
"Dad!" Qin Jingchen's weak voice came through.
There was no reason for Qin Li to raise his hand against Jiang Zhe in the first place, and at this moment, it completely stalled.
