Chapter 1095: Chapter 1077: Who Else Could Have Said It Chapter 1095: Chapter 1077: Who Else Could Have Said It But as long as her mood improved, any injury
would heal quickly.

Very soon, her son would be able to go home, to walk again.

However, the doctor’s expression when facing these medical reports was not too good, but Zhang’s mother was immersed in the beautiful dream that her son was about to get better and did not notice.

“Doctor, when can my son go out?”
Zhang’s mother, seeing the doctor’s long silence, couldn’t help but ask again.

The doctor put down the medical report in his hand, “Let’s wait and see.”
He didn’t give a specific time, because he couldn’t name one, nor could he guarantee it.

Not to mention going out in a wheelchair, what would the final recovery of the leg look like?

It was still unclear now, wasn’t it?

As soon as Zhang’s mother heard this, the smile on her face instantly fell, and as for Zhang Dong, that small glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed as well, and then he became silent again, no longer paying much attention to others.

His gaze suddenly turned to Wen Qi, and in it lay a long-suppressed jealousy, and a kind of…

resentment.

He knew; he knew everything.

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It should have been him, Zhang Dong, who was recovering now, not Wen Qi,
It was because Wen Qi stole his doctor, took his surgery, and caused the doctor to injure his hand in the end, unable to perform surgery on him anymore.

If that doctor had operated on him instead of Wen Qi, maybe he would already be better, able to sit in a wheelchair and go out right away.

He could have been feeling the presence of his legs every day, watching his legs recover bit by bit, day by day.

Instead, now he didn’t even feel like he had legs.

Even a pain, he would have welcomed it.

Were they all deceiving him, right?

They all said it was just a matter of time, that there wasn’t enough time, but what did they mean by not enough time?

His and Wen Qi’s surgeries were only a day apart, no, not even a full day, yet Wen Qi was already well on the road to recovery, and the bandages were removed from his legs, which, but for the steel pins on top, didn’t look injured at all.

But his leg was still black.

So those people must be lying to her, they must be.

Even if his leg was reattached, it would never heal properly, would it?

And all of this was Wen Qi’s fault, all his fault.

He didn’t blame anyone, not even the doctor, but he did hate Wen Qi.

If it wasn’t for him, if it wasn’t for him, he would never have ended up in such a state.

Zhang’s mother sat down and also took her son’s hand.

“Dongdong, don’t worry, you won’t have any problems.

Didn’t the doctor say that as long as you take good care of your injury, you will definitely be fine?”
“It won’t heal even if I keep resting.”
This was the first time Zhang Dong had spoken in so long, but his voice at this moment, like his person, was dark and heavy, as if it was laden with something about to give out, making those who heard it uncomfortable.

“Who said that?” Upon hearing this, Zhang’s mother was ready to fight someone.

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Who said that?

Who was so vicious as to say such things to her son?

Wasn’t this like stabbing someone in the heart?

What were they doing?

“Who else could it have been?”
Zhang Dong sneered, his eyes were locked straight on Wen Qi, who was reading a book at that time.

Zhang Mother followed Zhang Dong’s gaze and clenched her teeth with a slight snapping sound.

Shameless beast, now that you have recovered, you want to bully others, is that it?

I wonder which parents gave birth to such a child, with a heart so vicious.

Zhang Dong shifted his gaze and his lips curved up slightly; then he pulled up the covers over himself and didn’t say another word.

And in Zhang Mother’s heart, the seed of hatred had already begun to take root and sprout, and even the look she gave Wen Qi was filled with deep-seated loathing.

Wen Qi suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back and hurriedly looked up, but he saw nothing.

There was only Zhang Mother, sitting there, her eyes lowered towards her son.

Wen Qi touched his face, finding it strange.

He was sure he had felt someone looking at him just a moment ago, but now, suddenly, there was nothing.

Could it be that he was just overthinking, and that’s why he felt mistaken?

Yes, that must be it.

He consoled himself and placed the book on the nurse’s table, flipping through the books brought by volunteers and taking notes on the side.

He wanted to catch up on the classes he had missed.

Although he couldn’t attend school now, he couldn’t stop studying aEUR” he had to make up for as much as he could.

It would be no good to sit here idly doing nothing.

He then put down the pen and shook his sore wrist before carefully placing his hand on his broken leg.

He could distinctly feel the warmth of his skin through his touch on the leg.

He couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, he would be out soon.

Doctor Tang had said that if his leg recovered well, he might be able to play basketball again in the future, but it would require a long recovery time.

Actually, he didn’t like playing basketball as much now; he just hoped he could walk on his own without becoming disabled or confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, not living like a full person.

So, this was already very good.

He was content.

He picked up the book again and started reading page by page, but he was always unaware that, at that moment, a resentful gaze had finally settled on him.

Before long, a nurse came to take his temperature and carried out the routine examination.

Wen Qi was very cooperative and always smiling.

The nurses all treated him like a younger brother.

Even though he had no family with him right now, every doctor and nurse took extra care of him.

Even the usually aloof Doctor Tang would sometimes bring him meals.

It was obvious how charming his character was.

The nurse took the thermometer out, “Hmm, a very standard temperature and normal blood pressure; you’re recovering well.”
The nurse recorded these data with a smile and then encourage Wen Qi by patting him on the shoulder.

“Keep recovering, eat well, and aim to be able to sit in a wheelchair by next week.

Then you’ll be almost free.”
“I will,” Wen Qi clenched his fist, cheering himself on.

The nurse bumped her own fist against his, a gesture of encouragement.

And after she had finished with Wen Qi, she then went over to Zhang Dong.

Simply because she had chosen to attend to Wen Qi first, leaving Zhang Dong for later, had already made Zhang Mother feel aggrieved.

Was her son not a patient too?

Hadn’t they paid the hospital?