The scene of her leg being brutally sawed off before she fell into a coma flashed before her eyes like a nightmare. She froze and suddenly looked up at her calf.
I saw a thin blanket covering his body, and I couldn't see his legs.
She tried to move and was surprised to find that except for her head, her whole body was numb.
"Someone come, someone come..." Gu Yuqing shouted anxiously.
The female nurse who was resting on the sofa not far away heard that the patient had woken up and rushed over, "I'm coming, Ms. Gu, you're awake."
Gu Yuqing's face was pale, and she asked her in panic, "Why can't I move? Am I paralyzed?"
"No," the nurse explained, "The anesthetic is still taking effect. It's normal that you can't move. Don't panic."
But her comfort did not make Gu Yuqing feel relieved. On the contrary, her heart ached even more. "My legs! Lift the quilt. I want to see my legs..."
"This..." The nurse showed a sympathetic expression on her face, "Ms. Gu, calm down and don't get excited..."
How could Gu Yuqing not be excited? "Are my legs gone? Lift them up, I want you to lift the quilt."
She was getting angry when An Zhixue came in with the doctor, "Sister-in-law, you're awake."
Gu Yuqing's eyes fell directly on the doctor, and she asked anxiously: "Doctor, my legs, are my legs gone?"
The middle-aged male doctor turned his head and looked at An Zhixue, seeming a little reluctant. "Ms. Gu, your leg...is indeed gone."
When the patient and his limbs were brought in, they were all shocked. They didn't know what had happened. The two calves were actually broken into several pieces.
The leg muscles and leg plexus nerves were severely damaged. Even if they were reconnected, the patient would not be able to walk and would face various infection risks such as muscle necrosis.
In this case, they naturally put patients first.
After hearing the doctor's words, Gu Yuqing felt as if she had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. Her face turned pale, and deep hatred and pain surged in her heart. She burst into tears, "Ah ah..."
Seeing that she was losing control of her emotions, the doctor said to An Zhixue, "Ms. An, please comfort the patient."
Then he gave the nurse a look and they went out together.
An Zhixue pulled a chair over and tried to persuade him, "Sister-in-law, things have come to this, you should be more open-minded. We will definitely avenge you."
Gu Yuqing was in tears, still unable to accept that she had become a disabled person. This was more painful than killing her.
"Bitch, bitch..." She gritted her teeth, squeezing out each word, "I'm going to tear her into pieces!"
An Zhixue looked at her expression, which was very similar to hers a few days ago, but did she cut Tang Xili into pieces?
No!
They looked for group after group of people, but none of them could kill Tang Xili. She was too strong.
"Sister-in-law, we can't be impulsive anymore. Dad has already found a way to deal with her. You have to cheer up and take good care of your injuries. If you give up on yourself, then she will achieve her goal."
Gu Yuqing is 46 years old. How could she not know this truth after living for such an old age? But who can bear the revenge for killing her son?
Tears rushed out of her eyes, she felt pain, hatred and unwillingness.
A variety of emotions intertwined, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.
An Zhixue was so scared that she rushed to find a doctor. The doctor came and performed acupuncture and saved the man.
After waking up, Gu Yuqing calmed down considerably. She sent An Zhixue home, and after regaining consciousness in her hands, she called her son...
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Nanchizi Street·Yongjia
After Mr. An left, Mr. Yong sat under the cherry tree.
When the wind started to blow at night, guard Lao Zheng took out a coat and put it on the old man. "Sir, it's time to go inside. The temperature has dropped again recently."
Old Master Yong hobbled into the main room, leaning on a cane.
"Xiao Zheng, let's get up early tomorrow morning and go out."
Old Zheng had been with the old man for decades and roughly knew what he was going to do. "Sir, is this not a good idea?"
As Old Master Yong walked inside, he said, "I'm not doing anything. An Baoshan has come to me twice, and I have to know what that ruthless thug he mentioned, the Tang Xili who bewitched Xiao Xu to the point of losing his mind, looks like."
Moreover, he couldn't just listen to An Baoshan's one-sided statement and conclude that the girl was definitely not a good person.
Let’s wait and see.
He doesn't object to his children's free love, but if they are not a good match, it is still necessary to do something.
The Yong family has been a family of upright character for generations. When marrying off a wife or daughter, the most important thing they care about is not family background, but character, and first of all, the character must be upright.
Those with bad conduct will bring disaster to more than three generations...
Tossed and turned all night.
The next day, before dawn, Mr. Yong got up, changed into a clean Zhongshan suit, put on glasses, and quietly followed the guard Lao Zheng out the door.
Chaohua Academy is not far from Nanchizi Street, about ten minutes' drive away.
Soon, they arrived at the street where Tang Xili and Yong Zhixu lived.
The streets are much wider than the alleys in Nanchizi, with lush vegetation and magnificent villas on both sides, which are very pleasing to the eye.
Old Master Yong took the house number left by An Minghui and looked through the car window, searching door to door.
"No. 18, Xiao Zheng, that should be it. Stop the car, just stop here." Old Master Yong pointed to the store in front.
Old Zheng parked the car next to a large tree diagonally across from Villa No. 18. He sat in the driver's seat, craning his neck to look out. "Sir, are we going down?"
"Let me observe first." Mr. Yong stood up, leaned his upper body forward through the gap between the two front seats, and looked out through the front windshield.
Suddenly, he thought of something. "If I remember correctly, Xiaoxu also has property in Chaohua Academy, right?"
Old Zheng is old, and his memory is not as good as it was when he was young. He said uncertainly: "Maybe."
To be honest, he really doesn't remember.
As the two were talking, a black car slowly drove up from the other end of the street and stopped in front of the gate of Villa No. 18.
"Sir, look, someone's parked in front of that girl's house." Old Zheng was nearsighted and couldn't see clearly. "Who got out of the car?"
Mr. Yong, who was wearing glasses, leaned forward again and asked, "Why do I look like Xiao Xu?"
He moved forward again, looked carefully again and again, "Oh, isn't it the small preface!"
She was carrying a lot of bags in her hands and seemed to have pressed the doorbell of Villa No. 18.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Yong saw a slender figure running from behind their car, passing their car, and finally stopping at the door of Villa No. 18.
It was a young girl with short hair wearing a black sports suit, who seemed to be jogging in the morning.
As soon as his grandson saw the little girl, he smiled a smile he had never seen before.
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