"Get out! All of you, get out! I don't want to see anyone! Anyone!"
The Liu couple had failed to calm Liu Weiye down and had only made him even more frantic.
Su Qiao decisively took a golden needle from her space, pushed Mother Liu aside, pulled back the covers, and drove the needle into Liu Weiye's chest.
Liu Weiye, who had been thrashing wildly, suddenly stopped struggling.
Father Liu, who had been about to run for a doctor, and Mother Liu, whom Su Qiao had shoved aside, were both stunned.
Su Qiao ignored them and stared coldly at Liu Weiye, who lay rigidly on the bed and gradually calmed down:
"There's no need to act as if your life is over. As for your leg, I can't guarantee anything else, but you'll still have no problem walking in the future."
"And as for what's below, if it's treated properly, it won't cause any major problems either.
"With another two or three years of gradual recuperation, you'll still be able to have one or two children."
Whether it would take one year, two years, or three years would be up to her.
After he married Su Baozhu and they spent several years loving and fighting each other until his resentment had mostly faded, perhaps she would be in a good enough mood to cure him.
Father and Mother Liu, who had been about to rebuke Su Qiao, were stunned once again.
"What?"
"Miss, you... what did you say?"
Su Qiao's expression remained indifferent as her gaze moved between their faces:
"As long as you can borrow an operating table and the necessary equipment, I guarantee I can reconnect his leg properly. After resting for two months, he'll be able to stand and walk again."
"If you believe me, come find