The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Within 10000 words, a stream of blood gushed out of the chopstick hole like a jet of water, and shot straight onto the bed curtain!Immediately, blood flowers bloomed on the bed curtain!

Su Zicong was like a wild boar that had been stabbed. After rolling silently a few times, he kicked his legs and passed out!

Su Long Su Hu was covered in sweat and jumped off the bed.

The doctors then began to stop Su Zicong's bleeding, see a doctor, bandage...

The lady's eyes were fixed on the person on the bed, her fists were clenched tightly, big drops of sweat flowed down her cheeks, her heart was beating extremely hard, and she was terrified that what she was afraid of would happen.

"What's going on, what's wrong with Zi Cong?" Here, Su Buqing, who got the news, also came back in a hurry from the outside. The bloody scene in front of him was so frightened that he was stunned.

Su Zicong is his treasure, and his status is much higher than that of Su Baixi. He has always placed high hopes on him, and has spared no effort and money to send him to study in various countries. He only hopes that he can become an official in the court and honor his ancestors.

"Father, it was Su Yueming's second brother who was murdered. Second brother is your only son. You must avenge second brother!" Su Baixi came over with tears streaming down his face and complained in front of Su Buqing.

"Third girl again?" Su Buqing's complexion was already very, very ugly, and his tone was extremely displeased.

Even though his view of Su Yueming's daughter has changed a lot, and he even intends to find a good future for her, but no matter what, his only son, Su Zicong, is much more important.

The resentment in Da Furen's eyes became stronger, sharper, and deeper.

At this time, the doctors had already treated Su Zicong's wound, and he finally stopped bleeding. The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and the blood in his hands and came to Su Buqing.

"How is the second young master?" Su Buqing asked in a deep voice, with great hope in his heart.

The doctors looked at me and I looked at you, with embarrassment on their faces, and no one dared to speak first. They all knew that the person lying on the bed was the most precious son of the prime minister, the only son of the prime minister.

"Say!" Su Buqing yelled out of patience.

"Yes! Your Excellency, the iron chopsticks pierced through the second young master's wrist and severed the most important tendon on his arm. The second young master's right hand may... be useless." The leading doctor said in fear.

"What does it mean to be useless?" Su Buqing's heart sank suddenly, and he saw Su Zicong's bandaged hands drooping on the bed like a chicken head whose neck had been cut off.

"The tendon in the hand is broken. Even if it is healed, I can't use any strength, and I can't even eat." The doctor boldly told the diagnosis result.

"What..." After hearing this, the eldest lady felt her eyes go dark, and she took two steps back. Ding Xiang and Lan Ju hurried forward to support her, she rubbed her temples, and after trying to calm herself down, she asked in a trembling voice , "Doctor, there is still a way to heal, as long as my son's hand can be cured, no matter how much it costs, it doesn't matter!"

Several doctors shook their heads at the same time, "The veins are broken, there is no other way."

The hopes that the eldest lady harbored were shattered.

Su Buqing frowned tightly, he couldn't even eat, so his only son was like a disabled person. The Great Zhou Dynasty was a country that advocated martial arts, and even civil servants had to be good at it. Li will be underestimated by his colleagues, Su Zicong lost a hand, how will he become an official in the court in the future?