CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 158 IS IT VERY PAINFUL (14)

Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s forehead veins throbbed, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably...

Disability level five?

Paraplegia?

Hemiplegia?

Great, just great.

"Qin Zhaoran." Fu Nancheng squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his gaze as fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

Yan Jiu, however, was completely unafraid, blatantly ignoring the tension in the room. He put down his cup of water and laughed heartily, "Little Sister Qiao, it seems you’ll have to be responsible for the rest of my third brother’s life!"

Qiao Mo stared blankly at Yan Jiu, who was laughing heartily, then at Fu Nancheng on the hospital bed, whose face was dark...

A few seconds later, she finally realized.

This suave doctor was earnestly spouting complete nonsense!

Qiao Mo looked at Qin Zhaoran with some disdain and let out a soft snort, showing her displeasure.

What a jerk, how could he blurt out such utter nonsense so seriously and solemnly!

To think she listened so intently.

Qiao Mo really didn’t expect Qin Zhaoran to joke around with her at such a time, and he managed to do so without the slightest change in expression, remaining calm and composed, speaking so convincingly that it totally seemed real!

Despite Qiao Mo’s disdain, Qin Zhaoran remained indifferent, showing no guilt, and continued to reassure her, "It’s okay; he can handle it."

Qiao Mo couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Yeah, right, he can handle it.

"Anyway, it’s just rib fractures, lung contusions, liver and spleen rupture, intracranial hemorrhage, spinal damage, cerebellar paralysis, plus impairment of consciousness, slurred speech, higher-level paralysis, and hemiplegia..."

Looks like it’s not a big deal.

Oh, right, the disability level is just five.

What does level five mean again?

Qiao Mo remembered that the criteria for disability assessment are that levels one, two, three, and four represent complete loss of working capacity, levels five and six represent mostly lost, levels seven, eight, nine, and ten represent partial loss.

So, it seems Fu Nancheng only lost most of his working capacity.

Hmm, certainly no big deal.

Seeing Fu Nancheng’s cold gaze fall upon her, Qiao Mo hurriedly made her escape: "I’m going downstairs to get medicine from Uncle Zhong."

After running out of the room, Qiao Mo could hear Yan Yiheng laughing hysterically from afar...

In the room, Fu Nancheng looked grimly at Qin Zhaoran, who looked entirely serious, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth: "Qin Zhaoran!"

Qin Zhaoran looked at him innocently and calmly said, "Didn’t you imply that I should exaggerate your injuries a bit?"

"Hahahaha..."

Yan Jiu laughed wildly beside him, an unusual departure from his usual coldness, his laughter crisp and joyful.

Fu Nancheng raised a pillow and threw it hard at Qin Zhaoran, "You can get lost now!"

He did ask him to exaggerate the injuries a bit, but not to the extent of hemiplegia and level five disability!

Qin Zhaoran caught the pillow, put it back on the bed, and said, "Alright, then I’m leaving."

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again and said, "Oh, by the way, excessive injury, no intercourse."

"Get out!"

Fu Nancheng grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it out again, but unknowingly triggered some wound, instantly breaking out into a cold sweat.

Qin Zhaoran picked up the pillow from the floor and turned to leave, leaving only Yan Jiu’s laughter in the room.

Seeing Fu Nancheng’s gaze growing colder, Yan Jiu immediately stopped laughing, feigning seriousness as he said, "Third brother, don’t worry! We won’t even fear hemiplegia; I will ensure Qiao Mo takes responsibility for you!"