The Young Ancestor of Li’s Family Is Fierce and Sweet

"You can still stand up?" Tang Jingxian didn't give her face.

"After several months of recuperating and doing rehabilitation training hard, it doesn't affect my daily life. Unfortunately, I won't be able to use my fists anymore." Lu Muqing secretly glanced at Li Tinghe, hoping to see guilt in his eyes.

After all, her knee was shot by him before.

Unexpectedly, his stern face didn't even have the slightest trace of human expression.

"There's nothing to show off with your fists and kicks." Tang Jingxian sneered, "After all, someone kicked you away with just one kick. It's better to be less embarrassing."

If it was the past, Lu Muqing would definitely argue with her, but now, she nodded apologetically, "Aunt Li taught you well."

I hit the cotton with my fist, but I couldn't exert force. Tang Jingxian didn't make things difficult for her anymore.

Li Zhenshan, on the other hand, looked at the toilet she was carrying... "This is..."

"It contains Uncle Li's excrement." Lu Muqing said, "The nurse has something to do, so I'll pour it out."

"Thank you, Qing girl." Li Zhenshan patted Lu Muqing's shoulder in a rare way.

"Mu Qing is a filial child." Li Song hurriedly added after hearing the conversation in the corridor in the ward.

The whole family of Li's family entered the ward, while Lu Muqing quickly carried the toilet into the toilet connected to the room, pinched his nose, and poured out the excrement enduring extreme nausea.

The stench almost made her vomit.

Flushing the toilet on the faucet, she told herself emphatically, only by suffering is the best.

Just to let the Li family know her filial piety and virtuousness.

Coming out of the bathroom, she put the toilet in the corner, took off the disposable gloves, looked up slightly at Li Tinghe's handsome and resolute face, and told herself that as long as she could marry Tinghe, no matter how hard she suffered, it would be worth it !

"Dad, Jingxian." Li Song sat with his back against the head of the hospital bed, his expression excited, "And Tinghe, I'm so happy that you can come to see me!"

Tang Jingxian looked at his immobile legs with a serious expression and said nothing.

The doctor hurried over to report his condition, "Mr. Li Song's leg nerves have been necrotic, affecting the entire lower body. If the legs are not surgically removed, his life will be in danger."

"Where to start?" Li Zhenshan asked.

"From the root of the legs, all cut."

Li Zhenshan could hardly stand still, and Li Song was his only son. No matter how wrong it is, it still hurts.

"Doctor, is there no other way?" Tang Jingxian asked anxiously.

"No. Ordinary people may still live if their legs are removed. Mr. Li Song has many diseases, and the probability of complications during the operation is as high as 99%. Even after postoperative treatment, the probability of survival is only 1%. .” The doctor closed the case book, “Why don’t you take Mr. Li Song back.”

"How long can he live without surgery?" Li Zhenshan's old face was full of pain.

"No more than three months."

After hearing what the doctor said, Tang Jingxian felt very blocked.

"Dad, Tinghe, save me! I don't want to die yet!" Li Song yelled at his father and son, "I haven't lived enough." You especially focused on attacking Li Zhenshan's family affection, "I've been useless all my life, I'm a bastard But Dad, I haven't honored you properly, so I'm not willing to die like this!"

Li Zhenshan's eyes were full of tears of grief, "But this is already the result of a group of experts invited from abroad. The doctors can't do anything."