Ye Linlang, a genius surgeon with the "Hand of God," returned to 1980, and unexpectedly became the beloved treasure of her entire family.
The self-made richest man in the country is h...
Ye Linlang held the little koi and moved away from Xie Qian who was lying on the ground.
"The little koi and I didn't do anything."
Xie Xuning strode up to Ye Linlang and patted her shoulder gently.
"I know you didn't do anything."
Xie Qian fell to the ground with a cut on his forehead and bright red blood flowing out.
His whole body was twitching like a dying shrimp.
"I'll take him to the hospital first."
Ye Linlang asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"No need." Xie Xuning said coldly: "I can take him to the hospital."
Xie Xuning helped Xie Qian, who had fallen to the ground, up and dragged him to the car parked at the entrance of the alley.
Xie Qian got into the car, still twitching.
"Bu...Xiao...Zi..."
Xie Qian was in the back row, cursing Xie Xuning with great effort. Xie Xuning turned his head slightly and looked at Xie Qian with a cold expression.
"I told you not to cause trouble for Linlang."
Half of Xie Qian's body was now paralyzed, and he slammed the leather seat hard.
"you……"
Xie Xuning turned a deaf ear and drove Xie Qian directly to the hospital.
After examination by the doctor, Xie Qian was found to have suffered hemiplegia due to a stroke.
When Xie Qian heard what the doctor said, he was so angry that he picked up a pillow with his free hand and hit the doctor on the head.
"Quack, get out of here!"
Xie Xuning gave the doctor a look. The doctor picked up the pillow on the ground, handed it to Xie Xuning, and left the ward quietly.
Xie Xuning placed the pillow next to Xie Qian and whispered, "Xie Qian, I've already informed your new wife. She should be on her way. Tell me, if she knew you were paralyzed, would she divorce you? Or would she stay with you through thick and thin until old age?"
Xie Qian gritted his teeth in anger.
His eyes seemed to be emitting flames.
“You…you…”
Xie Xuning shook his head slightly.
He looked at Xie Qian with pity.
"Do you still remember the oath you swore?"
"You said, I, Xie Qian, swear here that the switching of Ye Linlang's college entrance examination scores has nothing to do with me. If it were me, I, Xie Qian, would be incurably ill and would die in bed."
"Congratulations, you got what you wanted."
Xie Qian's chest was shaking up and down with anger.
He glared at Xie Xuning and asked through gritted teeth: "Xie Xuning, I do all this for your own good!"
Xie Xuning said coldly: "No, you are just satisfying your selfish desires."
"I don't want to know why you and Li Zhiwei got married."
"I just really want to know what Li Zhiwei's reaction will be when he sees you like this?"
Xie Xuning's words were like steel needles, piercing into Xie Qian's heart.
Ever since he insisted on marrying Li Zhiwei, his three sons broke with Xie Qian.
For the next half hour, whether Xie Qian was throwing things or cursing, Xie Xuning ignored him.
Until Li Zhiwei hurriedly pushed open the door of the ward and saw the mess on the floor, he asked in surprise: "Xie Xuning, what's going on?"
As soon as Xie Xuning saw Li Zhiwei's hypocritical and disgusting face, she said in a clear voice: "Your husband has had a stroke."
When Li Zhiwei heard the word "stroke", the expression on his face quickly cracked.
She asked in a trembling voice, "Stroke...?"