Chapter 2078 I Won’t Forgive You!

Feng Xinglang subjectively had no intention of pursuing Cong Gang; the key was that he couldn't pursue him even with his remaining legs!

Just get out, he, Feng Xinglang, has no shortage of thugs to serve him.

That night, Feng Xinglang did not let Basong or Xing Qi stay in the ward to take care of him. Firstly, I'm not used to it, but secondly, I think it would be fine if my eldest son Feng Linnuo is here.

Before ten o'clock, the little guy first played mobile games with his father for a while, and then served his father diligently to wash himself, which was basically done on the hospital bed.

In the middle of the night, Feng Xinglang was suffocated and woke up.

"Caterpillars... bushes..."

Feng Xinglang murmured out of habit, but when he opened his eyes, he only saw his eldest son sleeping soundly on the bed beside him.

There are two buttons within easy reach of the bedside. You can call the nurse, or you can call Basong or Xing Shiqi next door.

But the hand he stretched out finally retracted.

In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang could be unscrupulous. There is no need to take into account his feelings, and there is no need to be secretive. You can just let it go in front of him without hesitation!

In other words, you don’t have to worry about your own image!

But in front of Basong and Xing Shiqi... I am still a cold and aloof CEO, and it would be quite shameless for them to see those unflattering behaviors.

So, Feng Xinglang struggled to get out of the hospital bed; because the external support of his left leg had been removed, he could jump to the bathroom with one right leg.

After lying on the hospital bed for several days without getting out of bed, he thought that his legs would become extremely weak, but when Feng Xinglang touched the ground, he found that his right leg was still strong. Of course, this is thanks to Cong Gang's daily massage and stimulation.

Feng Xinglang tried to touch his left foot to the ground, but as soon as he straightened it, he felt a dull pain in his calf, so he reflexively bent it back. Then he started to jump towards the bathroom with one right leg.

Because his feet were bare, he didn't make much noise; but when Feng Xinglang jumped to the bathroom door, he was already sweating.

At this moment, he deeply felt how important it is to have a healthy body!

At this moment, money and everything else are just fucking external possessions!

When Feng Xinglang finished turning around, he saw Cong Gang leaning on the door frame of the bathroom.

And it’s Cong Gang who’s holding an apple and biting it!

He didn't seem to mind that this bathroom had just been used by Feng Xinglang!

"Hmm... he bounces well! He's quite handsome!"

At that time, Feng Xinglang even stabbed Cong Gang in the heart with a knife! Emotional shit is so leisurely that you watched the whole process? !

"Didn't you run away? Why did you come back again? I really want to slap you to death, you piece of shit!"

Coordinating his movements, Feng Xinglang moved angrily to take it out; in the end, it turned into an angry fist that hit Cong Gang's cheek.

Feng Xinglang, who bumped into him, no longer cared about whether his left leg would be injured a second time. The only thing he wanted to do was to beat Cong Gang severely.

Cong Gang did not completely get out of the way, but turned sideways, taking away half of Feng Xinglang's impact. However, he used one hand and knee to lift Feng Xinglang's operated left leg and restrain it. , to avoid secondary injury.

Cong Gang received a punch from Feng Xinglang on the side of his face, and blood lightly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You dare to be a bitch, are you tired of living?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"I see you have such a bad temper that you don't have to wait until you are discharged from the hospital before you can spontaneously combust yourself!"

Cong Gang bowed slightly and looked at Feng Xinglang's injured leg. The tepid words made it seem as if the person who had just been beaten was not him.

"If I really spontaneously combusted, it was only because of you, you piece of shit, that you forced me to do this! Make your own decisions and get me some kind of corrective surgery. I have no freedom, and I can't even hold my own daughter! You've caused me to lose a lot of money. With a net profit of 100 million, he still alienates the father-son relationship between me and my son every day..." Feng Xinglang's resentment is really great.

"How can I be as capable as you say? If I were really that powerful, why would I need to serve you here like a cow or a horse?"

Cong Gang helped Feng Xinglang to the bedside, but did not let him lie down. Instead, he tentatively let Feng Xinglang's bent left leg straighten and touch the ground. But as soon as he touched the ground, Feng Xinglang would reflexively retract and bend.

"Why, are you wronged by serving me?" Feng Xinglang hummed.

"I won't be wronged! I don't dare to be wronged!"

Cong Gang dragged Feng Xinglang's left ankle and pressed down, trying to see what kind of body reaction the left foot would have after bearing the weight of the body. But Feng Xinglang didn't seem to cooperate.

After a few attempts, Cong Gang ended his touchdown attempt under Feng Xinglang's dissatisfaction with the pain.

"I'll give you a maximum of forty-eight hours, and you have to cooperate with me in rehabilitation training! Otherwise, this corrective surgery will be in vain!" Cong Gang covered Feng Xinglang with an air-conditioned quilt.

"Forty-eight hours? Didn't your mother see that my legs are still bleeding?" Feng Xinglang scolded angrily.

"Then do you want to wear braces for the rest of your life? Or do you suffer some pain and do rehabilitation training now? Now is the golden period!"

In fact, it is not as exaggerated as Cong Gang said. The braces may need to be worn for a while, but it does not have to be exaggerated for a lifetime.

It's just that Cong Gang hoped that Feng Xinglang could restore his left leg to a healthy and normal state in the best and shortest way through rehabilitation training.

"Didn't you say that corrective surgery would be enough? Why the hell does it need rehabilitation training? What kind of orthotics do you need to wear? Then tell me, what's the use of corrective surgery?"

To be honest, Feng Xinglang finally lay in bed for more than ten days, looking forward to being discharged from the hospital every day, but he heard Cong Gang said that he still needed to do rehabilitation training, and what kind of braces were involved!

"Without this corrective surgery, your legs will only develop in a malignant direction. To put it simply, your legs will be lame and disabled; but after this corrective surgery, coupled with rehabilitation training, your legs can become truly healthy! This corrective surgery is like a train changing tracks..."

Hearing the noise, Basong and Xing Shiqi came in quietly one after the other. After hearing the great truths Cong Gang told Feng Xinglang, they quietly left.

"You said your Prince Xing, there is probably no one in the world who is more difficult to serve than him!"

"You have never served my adoptive father!" Xing Shiqi said quietly.

…

A week later, after two more surgeries, Bai Mo's broken leg was truly saved.

Duoduo also let go of her worries.

Although Duoduo wouldn't care no matter what Bai Mo became, she was still very relieved that Bai Mo could save his leg, and she was also happy for Bai Mo.

Now that Bai Mo's condition has stabilized, it's time for her, Yuan Duoduo, to leave!

"Bai Mo, does what you promised me still count?" Yuan Duoduo waited for a week before speaking with difficulty.

"What...what's going on?" Seeing Yuan Duoduo's serious face, Bai Mo asked, feeling a little flustered.

"You promised me that you would give me the custody of Doudou and Yaya! I hope you can keep your word!"

"No...no...Duoduo...don't do this! Can you forgive me? I know I was wrong...I..." Bai Mo panicked.

"I don't forgive you!"