Report Reveals Father''s Critical Condition


    The medical report showed a blood clot in his father’s brain, compressing the nerves and causing intermittent consciousness and unconsciousness.


    "Mom, what’s wrong with Dad?" Wang Tiezhu asked hoarsely.


    "Your dad... he hurt his head," Li Xiaoping replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sighed and said, "The surgery costs... three hundred thousand. Mom just didn’t have the money, so we had to bring him home. And now, he’s been lying here for so long..."


    "How could this happen?" Wang Tiezhu muttered to himself. Then, his gaze fell on the report bag, which bore the printed words: Dongshui City People’s Hospital!


    Dongshui City People’s Hospital!


    Clenching his fists, a terrible suspicion gripped him. In a low, tense voice, he asked, "Mom, was Dad injured in Dongshui City?"


    He dreaded the answer. After all, he himself had been beaten into a vegetative state in Dongshui City—and now, his father was hurt there too.


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    "Was it that bastard Yang Fei?" Wang Tiezhu ground out each word through gritted teeth.


    Yang Fei—the very man who had beaten him senseless.


    "Yes," Li Xiaoping sobbed. "After you were hurt, your dad went to confront them... and they beat him too."


    "Yang Fei!" Wang Tiezhu roared, slamming his fist into the wall. Unnoticed by him, the impact sent cracks spiderwebbing outward from where his knuckles struck.


    He never imagined that Yang Fei, that monster, would harm his father too.


    Seeing the fury in her son’s eyes, Li Xiaoping grabbed his arm, tears streaming down her face. "Tiezhu, please don’t go looking for revenge! That man is rich and powerful—we can’t fight him! Please, don’t go! I’m begging you!"


    Now that Wang Tiezhu had finally recovered, she feared he might rush into danger again. If something happened to him, how could she go on living?


    Not seek revenge? Impossible.


    But for now, he was alone—no money, no influence. This wasn’t the time to strike.


    Yet this debt of blood would be repaid. He would make Yang Fei and his entire family pay dearly.


    Burying his resolve deep, Wang Tiezhu nodded calmly. "Mom, don’t worry. I won’t make you suffer for me again."


    Then, recalling the ancestral knowledge now embedded in his mind, a confident smile curved his lips. "And... Mom, I can heal Dad."


    With the wisdom passed down to him, such an injury was no longer insurmountable. Channeling his spiritual energy, he could dissolve the blood clot in his father’s brain.


    Just as he prepared to begin, the door burst open with a crash. A sneering voice echoed through the house:


    "Wang Tiezhu! Li Xiaoping! Get out here! Is Wang Dazhuang dead yet? If not, tell the old man to crawl out and face me!"