1935: Qie Wang, Have You Decided on How You'll Die?

Qie Wang, Have You Decided on How You'll Die?

Qie Wenyang pushed the door of the ward ten minutes later.1

Qie Wang grabbed a glass from the nightstand and smashed it against the door. The glass hit Qie Wenyang on the forehead, causing blood to trickle down Qie Wenyang's cheeks.

"Why you...!"

Qie Wang gnashed his teeth. Now that he had lost his legs, he was now a crippled waste of life.

Instead of reaching out to wipe the blood from his face, Qie Wenyang walked to the head of the bed and stood firmly. He said, "You can't stand knowing you've lost your legs, can you?"

Qie Wang tried to hit Qie Wenyang again, but Qie Wenyang reached out and blocked his hand.

"Have you had enough yet?"

Qie Wenyang had long known that he would be the first to be affected when Qie Wanyang woke up.

He had prepared for this. He had long known that Qie Wanyang would never give up on this issue easily.

"Why did you amputate my legs?"

Qie Wenyang gave Qie Wang a cold glare and said, "As a doctor, it is my bounden duty to save the dying and heal the wounded."

"Don't give me that. Just tell me why you cut off my legs."

Qie Wang couldn't figure out why he lost legs.

Qie Wenyang calmly explained, "I think your life is more important than your legs. Amputation is my professional decision as a doctor."

"Yeah, right!"

Of course, Qie Wang knew what his son was capable of. There was no way he could have done such an operation. The only person who could do this kind of surgery was Ye Linlang.

"It was Ye Linlang who performed the surgery and amputated my legs, wasn't it? I always knew that woman was up to no good. She's out for revenge..."

Little did Qie Wang know how fortunate he was to have survived an explosion.

After he survived, he still hoped that he could be the same as before. How was this possible? Did he think the doctors were gods?

Qie Wenyang still didn't budge, while Qie Wang was nagging and swearing.

His heart was already cold. He no longer had any expectations for his father.

"Are you thirsty? Do you need me to pour you a glass of water?"

Qie Wang snorted coldly. He pointed at Qie Wenyang's nose and said, "You let someone outside the family amputate your father's legs. You're a disgrace."

"Well, you're lucky you're my father."

If Qie Wang hadn't been Qie Wenyang and Qie Yiyan's father, his life now would have been far worse.

Who would take care of him? Who would care about him?

Based on Li Qingcang and Xie Xuning's methods, the only reason Qie Wang had stayed put so far was because of Qie Yiyan and Qie Wenyang.

For the sake of the Qie brothers, Xie Xuning and others showed mercy to Qie Wang.

"You..."

Qie Wang looked at his son in disappointment. He used to think that this son of his would become another one of himself. In reality, his son was not going to be as solid a backer as he thought he was.

"I am your father."

Qie Wenyang's eyes were indifferent and cold. He said, "That's why you're still alive. It doesn't matter if you don't want to live like this. As a former doctor, you should know that our doctors have countless ways to kill you silently. Do you want to die?"

Qie Wenyang sounded apathetic, but Qie Wang felt that Qie Wenyang was telling the whole truth.

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