CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157 IS IT VERY PAINFUL (13)

Instinctively, she looked around the room.

Uncle Zhong made a fist with his right hand, coughed lightly into it, and then looked away, pretending as if he hadn’t seen anything.

Fifteen stared at her expressionlessly, his gaze candid, yet it seemed as if he was deliberately telling her he had seen everything.

Yan Jiu curled his lips in a half-smile, "Tsk tsk, seems like you’ve practiced quite a few times, mastery from practice, huh?"

Qiao Mo’s face turned bright red as she looked at the buttons scattered on the ground, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

She... she was really just acting out of desperation!

When she came in earlier, everyone had such serious expressions, how could she not be nervous!

If Fu Nancheng really suffered because of her, she couldn’t repay it even with ten lives!

Qiao Mo looked at Qin Zhaoran pleadingly, and Qin Zhaoran didn’t disappoint her, saying seriously and calmly, "You don’t have to take off the pants."

Qiao Mo let out a sigh of relief at the instruction and quickly withdrew her hand.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhaoran added leisurely, "Of course, if you really want to take them off, it’s not like you can’t."

Qiao Mo’s face flushed all the way to her neck, and she didn’t dare raise her head as she quickly ran out of the room, "I’ll... I’ll get you guys some water..."

...

Gasping for breath in the living room, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but curse inwardly: Really... why wait so long to tell her there’s no need to take them off.

After waiting outside for about ten minutes, she eventually couldn’t let it go and quietly returned to the bedroom.

Uncle Zhong had already gone downstairs, and Qin Zhaoran was packing things up.

After glancing at Fu Nancheng, who was resting his eyes against the headboard, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but speak, "Mr. Qin, how is he? Should we take him to the hospital?"

It’s really no surprise Qiao Mo was worried, after all, Qin Zhaoran only brought a few simple instruments, and she didn’t understand much, just felt like he hadn’t even been breathing before, surely that meant he was seriously injured...

She feared they wouldn’t be able to see clearly at home.

Qin Zhaoran spoke warmly, "Don’t worry too much, he’s not in serious trouble..."

"Cough..."

As soon as he started speaking, Fu Nancheng, who was leaning against the headboard, coincidentally gave a light cough, and both Qiao Mo and Qin Zhaoran turned to look at him.

He still had his eyes closed tightly, frowning slightly, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Then, Qiao Mo looked back, "Really nothing serious?"

Qin Zhaoran also expressionlessly looked away and continued to speak to Qiao Mo, "Well, just some broken ribs, lung contusions, liver and spleen lacerations, intracranial hemorrhage, spinal damage, and cerebellar paralysis. Other than possible consciousness disorder, slurred speech, high-level paraplegia, and hemiplegia, there’s basically nothing else."

Qiao Mo stood there with her mouth slightly open, staring at Qin Zhaoran in a daze, not recovering for a while.

It was Fu Nancheng on the bed who couldn’t suppress a violent coughing fit, "Cough... cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Damn, he just wanted to pretend to be a bit more seriously ill?

Qin Zhaoran was really trying to finish him off...

Yan Jiu wasn’t doing any better; the mouthful of water he had just taken hadn’t been swallowed yet, and with a ’pu’, it was all sprayed out, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to suppress his laughter.

Qiao Mo licked her lips, turned and looked at Fu Nancheng on the bed, swallowed, and spoke, "Is... it really that serious?"

Qin Zhaoran pushed his glasses up elegantly and continued, "Oh, it’s not much. Just that in the latter half of his life he’ll be bedridden, unable to work, can’t take care of himself. The disability level should only be grade five."