"You can still stand up?" Tang Jingxian didn't give her face.

"After a few months of resting, and working hard to do rehabilitation training, it doesn't affect the daily routine. Unfortunately, I can't use my fists anymore in the future." Lu Muqing secretly glanced at Li Tinghe, hoping to see the guilt in his eyes.

After all, her knee was shot by him before.

Unexpectedly, his stern face didn't even have a human expression.

"Your fist is nothing to show off." Tang Jingxian sneered, "Bi Jing, he was kicked in the air with one foot. It's papery, it's better to be less embarrassed."

If it were to change from the past, Lu Muqing would definitely have to discuss with her. Now, she apologized and nodded, "Aunt Li taught right."

A fist hit the cotton, so it couldn't be strong. Tang Jingxian did not embarrass her anymore.

On the contrary, Li Zhenshan looked at the toilet she was carrying..., "This is..."

"It contains Uncle Li's excrement." Lu Muqing said, "The nurse has something to do, I'll go and pour it out."

"Thanks for your hard work, Qing girl." Li Zhenshan rarely patted Lu Muqing on the shoulder.

"Mu Qing is a filial child." Li Song quickly added a sentence when he heard the conversation in the corridor in the ward.

The Li family entered the ward, while Lu Muqing quickly carried the toilet into the toilet connected to the room, pinched his nose, and emptied the excrement while enduring the extreme nausea.

The smell was barely spit out to her.

Flushing the toilet on the faucet, she told herself heavily that she would be a master if she suffered from hardship.

Just to let the Li family know her filial piety and virtuousness.

Coming out of the bathroom, she put the toilet in the corner, took off the disposable gloves, looked up at Li Tinghe’s handsome and resolute face, and told herself that as long as she could marry Tinghe, no matter how hard she suffered, it was worth it. !

"Dad, Jingxian." Li Song sat with his back on the bedside, his expression excited, "And Tinghe, you can come to see me, I'm so happy!"

Tang Jingxian looked at his immovable legs, her expression dignified and silent.

The doctor hurried over to report the condition, "Mr. Li Song's leg nerves have been necrotic, affecting the entire lower body. If he does not have his legs removed surgically, his life is in danger."

"Where do you start cutting?" Li Zhenshan asked.

"Below the base of the legs, cut all over."

Li Zhenshan was almost unsteady, and Li Song was his only son. No matter how wrong, it still hurts.

"Doctor, is there no other way?" Tang Jingxian asked anxiously.

"No. Ordinary people who have their legs removed may be able to survive. Mr. Li Song himself has many diseases, and the probability of complications during the operation is as high as 99%. Even after surgery, the probability of survival is only 1%. "The doctor closed the casebook, "Well, take Mr. Li Song back."

"How long can he live without surgery?" Li Zhenshan Cangsang's old face was full of pain.

"No more than three months."

After listening to the doctor's words, Tang Jingxian only felt very congested in her heart.

"Dad, Tinghe, save me! I don't want to die yet!" Li Song shouted at his father and son, "I haven't lived enough." Especially, he focused on attacking Li Zhenshan's family affection, "I'm a gangster. Account. But Dad, I haven't honored you well yet, I am unwilling to die like this!"

Li Zhenshan’s eyes were full of tears of grief. "But this is already the result of a group of experts invited from abroad. The doctor can do nothing."