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

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

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?"