Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng's forehead veins throbbed, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably...
Disability level five?
Paraplegia?
Hemiplegia?
Great, just great.
"Qin Zhaoran." Fu Nancheng squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his gaze as fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.
Yan Jiu, however, was completely unafraid, blatantly ignoring the tension in the room. He put down his cup of water and laughed heartily, "Little Sister Qiao, it seems you'll have to be responsible for the rest of my third brother's life!"
Qiao Mo stared blankly at Yan Jiu, who was laughing heartily, then at Fu Nancheng on the hospital bed, whose face was dark...
A few seconds later, she finally realized.
This suave doctor was earnestly spouting complete nonsense!
Qiao Mo looked at Qin Zhaoran with some disdain and let out a soft snort, showing her displeasure.
What a jerk, how could he blurt out such utter nonsense so seriously and solemnly!
To think she listened so intently.
