In fact, Young Master Fang's injury was much less severe than Wang Tiezhu's. The reason he passed out was actually more from fright. After lying in the hospital bed for over an hour, he slowly came to.
Seeing her son wake up, Luo Caiyun immediately rushed to the bedside, her voice trembling, "Tian'er, how are you? Are you okay? How do you feel? Is anything wrong? Doctor, Old Fang, hurry up and call the doctor over!"
"The doctors all said he's fine, just lost a bit of blood. Is that necessary!" Fuming Liang sat down beside the bed, looked at Fang Tian, and demanded sternly, "Tian'er, tell me the truth. Why did that Ye Qing cut your wrist? What exactly did you do to anger him?"
"I didn't..." Young Master Fang's voice was very weak, as if he was about to die.
Luo Caiyun, feeling sorry for her son, glared at Fang Cailiang and said, "Is this the time to talk about this? Quickly call the doctor over to check on Tian'er, make sure he doesn't have any lasting issues."
