The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 162 - 159: Who did this!

"Who did this!"

Qin Jun’s face turned dark as the young heirs who had been with Qin Shuai hesitated, their stories conflicting. A commanding presence radiated from him as he repeated in a low growl, "Speak up! All of you, speak up! Who was it? Who!"

Completely at odds with her usual noble demeanor, Zhou Yun’s shrill shriek was pure aggression. "Who was it!" With Qin Shuai still inside, his condition unknown, she no longer cared about her image. Tears streamed down her face.

A shattered kneecap... What did that mean? It meant he could be crippled at any moment! The thought sent her spiraling into a panic. Crippled... Never mind the devastating blow it would be to Qin Shuai, she couldn’t even bear to face it herself!

"Uncle Qin, Aunt Qin, we... we really don’t know how to explain," the young man who spoke was on the verge of tears. "Can we please just wait for Young Master Qin to come out and ask him? Please?"

He wasn’t unwilling to talk, but he didn’t dare say anything before he knew Qin Shuai’s attitude on the matter.

Just then, the light above the operating room door went out.

Qin Jun and his wife immediately stopped their questioning and rushed toward the doors.

"How is Qin Shuai? He’s okay, isn’t he? Isn’t he!" Zhou Yun tried to push her way inside, but Qin Jun held her back as she shouted incoherently, her voice fraught with anxiety.

"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, I’m sorry." The professor-level lead surgeon spoke with a heavy voice, not even bothering to remove his mask. "The damage to Young Master Qin’s kneecap is a comminuted fracture. We were powerless to help. He will be out shortly, but he’s still under anesthesia and will need time to wake up. I’m sorry."

"A comminuted fracture?" Qin Jun’s eyes flew wide open.

"Impossible! That’s impossible! It can’t be!" Zhou Yun refused to accept reality, screaming hysterically. "My son can’t be a cripple! No! It must be your medical incompetence! That’s what it is!"

"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, after learning the patient was Young Master Qin, we assembled all the top orthopedic experts in our hospital. But there was nothing we could do. We did everything possible," the lead surgeon explained, his voice strained with anxiety. "For a comminuted fracture like this, there is currently no procedure in the world that can ensure a full recovery. I’m sorry... we truly did our best."

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Get him transferred! Get me experts from Overseas! I refuse to believe my son’s leg is gone forever! I won’t believe it! It can’t be!" Nearly hysterical, tears streaming down her face, Zhou Yun slapped the lead surgeon and shrieked.

"I’m sorry," the surgeon said, bowing his head and taking the blow.

At that moment, Qin Shuai was wheeled out.

"Xiao Shuai! Xiao Shuai!" Crying, Zhou Yun threw herself toward him.

Qin Jun, his eyes glaring with fury, clenched his jaw and walked to his son’s side.

Amid the chaos, the medical staff dared not say a word, simply enduring Zhou Yun’s frantic cries.

"Stop making a scene!" Qin Jun gritted his teeth, pulling Zhou Yun back. He waved the medical staff on. "Let them take Xiao Shuai to his room first."

The staff let out a collective sigh of relief at his words. They quickly pushed the gurney into the elevator and pressed the button for the special care floor.

「Four o’clock in the morning.」

In the special care ward.

As the anesthesia wore off, Qin Shuai slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Shuai!" Zhou Yun had kept a sleepless vigil by the bed. The moment his eyes fluttered open, she saw it. "Xiao Shuai!" she cried out, her voice choked with emotion.

"Mom... Mom, my leg! What about my leg!" Tears welled in Qin Shuai’s eyes as he looked at Zhou Yun, his dry throat forcing out words filled with panic.

"Xiao Shuai, Mom will get the best doctors in the world to save your leg! I will! Don’t be afraid, my child, don’t be afraid!" Tears streamed down her face before she could finish her sentence. She gripped Qin Shuai’s arm, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her words were like a death knell. The faint hope for a miracle that Qin Shuai had clung to was utterly shattered. In that instant, his mind went completely blank.

A low, strange chuckle escaped his lips. "Heh... heh heh..."

The chuckle grew into a wild laugh. "Hahaha! HAHAHA! I’m crippled! I’ve become a cripple! I’m a cripple! HAHA—!"

Suddenly, Qin Shuai seemed to break, his unfocused gaze fixed on the ceiling of the ward as he laughed like a madman.

As he laughed, tears began to fall.

For a young master from Jiangzhou, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, years of smooth sailing had also fostered a fragile psyche. Previously, his family’s power and background had allowed his arrogance to mask that vulnerability. Now, shocked by the reality of being crippled, that fragility was completely exposed.

It was an understandable reaction. Even an ordinary person would struggle to accept such a fate, let alone a young master like Qin Shuai.

"Xiao Shuai, no, it won’t be like this! It won’t! No matter the cost, Mom will save your leg! Child, don’t cry, please don’t cry!" Heartbroken, Zhou Yun reached out with a trembling hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"It can’t be saved! It’s gone!" Qin Shuai let his mother wipe away his tears, his voice hollow with despair. "I’m a cripple. A cripple."

"Who did this?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

At that moment, Qin Jun, who had been facing the floor-to-ceiling window, let out a long, pained sigh. He turned, his heart aching as he looked at his son and asked the question.

His words cut through the room. Zhou Yun froze, her sobs catching in her throat as she waited anxiously for Qin Shuai’s answer.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The ward fell into an eerie, dead silence.

Just as Zhou Yun could bear it no longer and was about to speak again, Qin Shuai’s lips moved. He uttered a name. "Qin Fan."

What the hell? Qin Fan? Had his brain been damaged, too?

"Who?" Qin Jun’s brow furrowed, clearly disbelieving the name.

"Qin Fan," Qin Shuai repeated, his voice still devoid of life.

"Xiao Shuai, you... what kind of joke is this?" Zhou Yun exclaimed in shock. "Qin Fan? That loser? What nonsense are you talking about!"

She could believe it was anyone else, but Qin Fan? Absolutely impossible. Didn’t they know exactly what kind of person Qin Fan was? Besides, did that coward, who used to run at the mere sight of their family, have that kind of ability?

Qin Fan. Impossible. Absolutely, utterly impossible.

"Get out," Qin Shuai rasped, his eyes still vacant.

"Xiao Shuai!" Zhou Yun called out, worried.

"I said get out! Get out! All of you, get out!" he said weakly, his voice raw and hoarse.

"Xiao Shuai!" she cried, gripping his hand tightly, her voice filled with alarm.

"Out! Get out! OUT!" With a surge of effort, he wrenched his hand free, his face twisting into a snarl.

He was only this weak because the anesthesia had just worn off. Otherwise, he would have erupted in a violent rage.

"Fine, fine, fine! Don’t get upset! Don’t get angry! Your father and I will go. You just... you just calm down," Zhou Yun stammered, trembling. She quickly pulled Qin Jun toward the door, and they left.

Not even glancing at Zhou Yun and Qin Jun as they left, Qin Shuai stared at the ceiling as if possessed. With a bizarre expression, he kept repeating the name to himself. "Qin Fan... Qin Fan... hehe... Qin Fan..."