Ouyang, however, was no longer in a hurry. He chuckled softly, a hint of pleasure in his voice. "Wenya, that's wonderful. You care about me. Even if this arm of mine is truly useless... I'll still... be happy."
"Are you stupid? Your hands are for treating patients. If they're ruined, how can you perform surgery and save lives?" Mu Wenya was so anxious she was almost crying. She tried to get up from the ground, but she was too weak to move, and her legs were completely powerless.
Her legs, which have been in a wheelchair all day, have not been used for so long that they are practically useless.
Despite being drenched in sweat from the pain, Ouyang still managed a cheeky grin, "I'm not stupid. The woman I love is the most perfect and kindest woman in the world. I'm not stupid at all. Don't worry, Wenya, even... even if this arm of mine is ruined, I will... I will do my best to heal your leg and help you stand up again..."
The conversation between the two had thoroughly enraged Qin Lang, who pressed down hard, causing Ouyang's arm to crack.
Accompanying the sound was Ouyang's uncontrollable howl.
"ah--"
His face was deathly pale, almost devoid of color, like a sheet of white paper. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
"Ouyang, Ouyang... Qin Lang, are you crazy? Let him go!"
Mu Wenya's legs were too weak to support her weight, so she could only stand by anxiously.
The commotion inside attracted the attention of those outside. Several men rushed in and began punching and kicking Ouyang. Ouyang could only cower, covering his head, unable to fight back.
Qin Lang watched coldly for a while, then slowly straightened his clothes, tilted his head, and remained as calm as a lifeless corpse, looking at Mu Wenya who was crying uncontrollably.
"Wenya, you're blaming me for him?"
Mu Wenya gradually realized that the more worried she appeared about Ouyang, the less Qin Lang would let him go.
So, she cruelly wiped away her tears, her tone even colder than his. "You're wrong. I don't blame you. Ouyang... he means nothing to me. Even if you beat him to death, I won't shed a single tear."
She had to clench her palms as she said these words; the pain in her heart was a hundred or a thousand times stronger than the pain in her hands.
She dared not look at Ouyang's expression, dared not listen to his suppressed groans. On the surface, she seemed indifferent, but in reality, she was like a sinner who had done something wrong.
Sure enough, her calm and indifferent attitude quickly made Qin Lang lose interest.
"stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, his men stopped kicking and beating Ouyang. Ouyang was covered in injuries, his bones felt like they were broken, and his eyes were so swollen he could barely open them. His curled-up body lay limply on the ground, and he spat out another mouthful of blood with a "pfft".
Mu Wenya subconsciously clenched her fists, forcing herself not to look at him.
"Good boy/girl~"
Qin Lang was fairly satisfied with her performance, and waved his hand, ordering his men to carry Ouyang out.
"Oh, by the way..." As his subordinates carried Ouyang to the door, Qin Lang stared at Mu Wenya for a while, trying to find some emotion on her face, but to no avail. He added, "Throw him as far away from here as possible, so that Miss Mu doesn't see him and offend her eyes."
Mu Wenya simply turned her face away, as if she hadn't heard anything.
With a bang, the door slammed shut. Mu Wenya froze, every cell in her body tensing up.
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