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The young man was so thin that his bones were visible, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his face was a little gray. Even though his legs were wrapped in thick cotton pants, they were only as thick as an adult man's bare legs. His whole body exuded a strong sense of grayness.

They all lived in the same area. Someone recognized him, pointed at him and cursed: "It was his father who blew him up, or said he was paralyzed. This is karma, he deserves it!"

Someone even dug out a bunch of rotten vegetable leaves from the garbage dump next to the supply and marketing cooperative and dumped a whole basket of them on his head. "The son of a murderer is also a murderer, he should be shot!"

"Give me back my son, you murderer!"

Seeing the commotion at the hospital entrance, the doctors rushed out to stop it. "This is a hospital. No loud noises are allowed. If you want to make a noise, go somewhere else. Don't delay the doctors from treating patients!"

But no one wanted to help the young man in the wheelchair.

His father has harmed so many people, helping him will definitely cause public outrage.

Only the surgeon who had just changed out of his sterile suit came out and pushed the wheelchair directly to push the young man into the hospital.

The woman who had just thrown the rotten vegetable leaves on the young man's head saw his movements and hurried forward to stop him. "This is the son of a murderer. Why are you helping him?"

The surgeon's face turned cold, his tone still irritable and impatient. He pointed at the young man and said, "Look at how short-lived he is. If you continue to do that to him, he might die. Then you will be a murderer too. Your child might be treated the same way. Are you sure you want to stop me?"

The woman looked at the young man, who was so thin that he looked unrecognizable and had difficulty breathing. She felt a little scared. She was afraid that he would really die and she would be held responsible, so she quickly stepped back.

Others also gave way, fearing that they would also be labeled murderers.

The surgeon just pushed the patient into the hospital in such a brazen manner.

Only then did Yun Suisui see the name on his chest clearly: Jiang Shouren.

This name doesn't match his temperament at all, but it surprisingly makes people feel that he should be called this.

Dr. Jiang pushed the wheelchair into the surgical clinic, but there were several operations waiting for him and he had no time to take care of them.

So he looked around and happened to catch a glimpse of Yun Suisui, who seemed to be doing nothing, so he waved and said, "Come here, ask him a few questions, and then send him out through the back door."

Yun Suisui opened his mouth, but couldn't refuse, so he could only sit at his workstation and watch Dr. Jiang stride away.

But despite being speechless, she was still serious and responsible when facing her work. She picked up the handwritten medical record book on the table and started working. "Name?"

The young man sitting opposite her kept his eyes downcast, as if he was lost in his own world, and did not answer her.

Yun Suisui raised her voice: "Name, what's your name?"

The young man finally came back to his senses, and looked at her dully with his slightly pale amber eyes. Then he lowered his head and said nothing.

Yun Suisui sighed, knowing that he was somewhat desperate, so she stopped asking questions and instead grabbed his wrist and took his pulse.

Her brows gradually furrowed, and then she reached out to touch his lumbar spine.

The young man shuddered and subconsciously tried to turn his wheelchair to avoid it.

But he was too weak. Even though Yun Suisui was a pregnant woman, as long as she reached out to fix the wheelchair, he would be unable to resist.

Afraid that he would piss himself off to death, Yun Suisui explained, "I'm a doctor, don't be afraid."

As he spoke, he continued to press his lumbar spine, then slowly moved down to his thighs and knees.

By the time she finished the examination, the young man's face was already slightly red, and his eyes were filled with shame and anger.

Yun Suisui, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She wrote in her medical record, "Overwork has caused this illness. Liver stagnation, Qi stagnation, and blood deficiency. Vertebral deformity affects lower limb movement. Nerve damage has left me practically numb."

With every word she spoke, the young man's eyes dimmed a little, and finally he looked as if his soul was dead.

Just when he was about to decide how to end his life, Yun Suisui said, "But it's not impossible to recover."

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Yun Suisui had no intention of repeating herself. Instead, she raised the pen and paper in her hand and asked, "Can you tell me your name now?"

"Wang Yansong."

The young man said anxiously, "My name is Wang Yansong. Doctor, you said I can recover. Is that true?"

After suffering paralysis day after day, he had long given up hope on his legs.

He originally thought that he still had a younger sister and a father, and he had to wait until his sister came back and someone was taking care of his father before he could leave with peace of mind.

In just a few days, the only two relatives he had in the world left him. What was the point of him living?

He did not hate his father for doing such an extreme thing, causing him to endure criticism and contempt. He only hated himself for being a disabled person, not only unable to avenge his sister, but also only dragging others down.

It would be better to die early.

But if he could recover... he had no other ambitions but to make the beasts who hurt his family pay with blood.

To be honest, Yun Suisui could roughly guess what he was thinking, but she was a doctor and it was her responsibility to treat patients. Even if the person sitting in front of him was an unforgivable criminal, she had no right to refuse treatment and had to treat him.

Not to mention Wang Yansong, he hasn't done anything bad yet, and his hatred is not without reason.

If hatred can keep a person alive, then why not hate?

Only by living can there be infinite possibilities in the future. If you lose your life, then what’s the point of talking about the future?

Yun Suisui nodded without hesitation. "It requires surgery, and afterward, I'll need acupuncture and medicinal baths. The recovery process will be extremely long and painful. Even if I regain consciousness, I can only guarantee a decent life, but it doesn't mean I can recover to my pre-illness level. Do you still want treatment?"

"rule!"

Wang Yansong felt a great resolve in his heart, "No matter how difficult it is, I will treat it."

Yun Suisui nodded, "And the medical expenses are not a small amount..."

Wang Yansong's eyes flashed with complex emotions, but he still said, "I have money."

Yun Suisui was a little surprised. Wasn't it said that the Wang family was in financial difficulty? Otherwise, Wang Dashu wouldn't have been forced to this point. How could he have the money for treatment?

However, this was the patient's private matter, so she didn't want to ask about it. She just nodded and said, "I still need to discuss your treatment plan with the doctor. If you still want treatment, come over in two days."

Wang Yansong nodded heavily, "I will definitely come."

He clenched his fists, he must, must get better.