Li Quanwen, being an experienced doctor, quickly helped Fang Yi insert the silver needle under Fang Yi’s guidance.
As a result, Fang Yi’s upper body was almost full of silver needles, and only at this mont did Fang Yi feel sowhat better.
But he couldn’t circulate True Qi anymore; any attempt would bring on severe pain, and the silver needles blocked him from doing so.
At this point, Fang Yi was really like a cripple.
Li Quanwen said a word to Fang Yi before leaving the office; he needed to check on the dicine the nurse was preparing.
Watching Li Quanwen leave, Fang Yi felt grateful. After all, this nearly fifty-year-old departnt chief helped him with such things at around four or five in the morning, which was a great help.
After Li Quanwen left, Fang Yi considered calling Song Wuliang.
The phone rang for a long ti before Song Wuliang answered, his voice drowsy. Fang Yi simply told him to co to the hospital before hanging up.
Thus, Fang Yi stayed in the office, lit a cigarette, and began to daze.
Fang Yi thought about many things, mostly about what to do next now that he had beco a cripple.
Yes,
How to proceed?
This was undoubtedly a huge problem lying directly in front of Fang Yi.
Initially, Fang Yi intended to go to Fang Xiangzai’s place to retrieve the Dragon Vein, but now looking at it, retrieving the Dragon Vein was out of the question. If he dared to step into the Fang Family, most people there would swarm like locusts, relentlessly barring Fang Yi from leaving alive.
Moreover, not only the Fang Family, but here in Moon City, Fang Yi believed that if anyone learned he was incapacitated, countless people would flood in to kill him, to end his life.
Because Fang Yi had made too many enemies.
Many wanted to kill Fang Yi!
Nonetheless, Fang Yi did not regret making so many enemies; what was done was done, what good would regret do?
Besides making enemies, Fang Yi did have friends.
It’s uncertain now whether those friends, knowing his situation, would still be as they were before.
For a mont, Fang Yi thought about many things until Li Quanwen brought in a bowl of traditional dicine.
"By the way, Director Li, how’s that woman?" Fang Yi asked.
"Oh, she’s fine, just a minor injury; she fainted temporarily. I had the nurse take her to a VIP personal ward," Li Quanwen replied.
Fang Yi raised an eyebrow: "Looks like Director Li knows her identity."
Li Quanwen nodded, "I saw her by chance in a newspaper once. Her identity is noble; she’s the daughter of a prominent family. Giving her good arrangents isn’t troubleso for ."
"Hmm, the Lin Family will surely give a generous thanks," Fang Yi mused, then said, "However, if she wakes up and asks about , please don’t reveal my whereabouts. Would that be okay?"
Li Quanwen said, "Although I am quite curious, I understand discretion. Don’t worry, Xiao Fang, I will keep it confidential for you."
Fang Yi thanked him and told Li Quanwen to go back and rest as it was late.
Fang Yi did not leave either; he rested in Li Quanwen’s office, waiting for daybreak when Li Quanwen would return to the hospital to help him remove the silver needles.
After Li Quanwen left, Fang Yi drank the bowl of dicine, and after about ten minutes, Song Wuliang arrived.
But to Fang Yi’s surprise, not only Song Wuliang ca, but even Qian’er tagged along.
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