บท 307: Chances to survive= Null.

" Nail stuck in his back?" croaked Zhu Qian as he pulled himself away from Lang with a jolt. " How can there be a nail stuck in his back, why did no one take it out?" 

Zhu Qian felt like his entire world was spinning out of control, his son was so badly injured and yet his family had the mood to eat a fancy meal? His son was groaning with pain in the shack and his family were drinking alcohol? They didn't even call a doctor to take the nail out of his son's back? How can they do that!