Chapter 101: No Matter the Cost, Please Heal My Son's Leg

"Chenchen!"

With a "bang," Gu Yichen looked at the scene in the ward with red eyes; he felt his consciousness fading, his vision went black, and his body tumbled off the chair.

Gu Qinghuan let out a cry of surprise and hurried over to catch him.

Everyone's attention was on Qin Shu, and they had neglected Gu Yichen.

Seeing her grandson in trouble, Lin Jingshu's expression changed slightly: "Call the doctor!"

Gu Tingyan took Gu Yichen from Gu Qinghuan's arms; his hands were covered in blood, wet and sticky. Gu Tingyan's expression shifted as he pulled up Chenchen's pant leg, only to discover a great deal of blood.

He quickly carried the child out.

Gu Yichen was sent into the operating room.

A nurse walked out to have them sign the surgery consent form, her face cold: "Who is the family member? Come over and sign."

Gu Tingyan walked over and took the pen: "I am his father."

The nurse looked at the well-dressed man before her, her voice icy: "The child's leg is broken; how are you adults taking care of him?"

"Why didn't you wait until the child was dead before bringing him here?"

Gu Tingyan's face was as pale as paper, and his body trembled slightly.

The man's eyes were rimmed with red, his voice hoarse: "No matter how much it costs, please heal my son's leg."

"No matter the price, I am willing to pay."

Gu Tingyan did not want his child to be like him, forced to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

He had not expected that a single trip abroad would result in so many accidents; his wife and child had both been severely injured, and the child in Xiao Hua's womb had not been saved.

At this moment, Gu Tingyan's heart was filled with remorse.

If he could return to that night, he would definitely listen to Qin Shu and guard her side well.

Upon hearing that Gu Yichen's leg was broken, Lin Jingshu's face turned deathly pale, and she hurriedly chased after the doctor to ask: "Doctor, will this child be disabled in the future?"

The nurse kept a cold face: "Wait for notification; before the results are out, no one knows."

Lin Jingshu's footing became unstable, and she nearly fell.

She had locked Gu Yichen in the attic to prevent him from going out to find Qin Shu, but she had not expected that Gu Yichen would risk his life to climb out the window.

The attic was on the fourth floor; she did not know how the child had gotten down, or how he had found Qin Shu after breaking his leg.

When her people found Qin Shu, they discovered Gu Yichen had been guarding her side the whole time.

His leg was broken, yet he had endured it without a sound until now.

If he hadn't collapsed from being unable to hold on any longer, perhaps no one would have discovered his condition.

Hearing that Gu Yichen's leg was broken and he might be disabled, Gu Laoyezi felt his heart stop and his breathing become labored; he could no longer bear the successive blows and fainted.

The hospital was in chaos, and Gu Laoyezi was rushed to the emergency room with shallow breathing.

Too many things had happened this night, leaving people unable to make sense of it all.

Gu Tingyan forced himself to stay upright, his face pale as he looked at Ji Yanli: "What about the newborn child?"

He wanted to see the child one last time, the child he had looked forward to for so long.

Ji Yanli spoke with an expressionless face: "Cremated. Xiao Hua said her child will not enter the Gu Family Ancestral Hall."

"The ashes were scattered into the sea."

Gu Tingyan staggered again, the color draining completely from his face, leaving only pain and despair.

How much must she hate him, to refuse to let the child enter the Gu Family Ancestral Hall, just to keep him from seeing the child one last time.

That seven-month-old child—he hadn't even had the chance to take a single look.

Gu Tingyan's voice trembled: "Boy or girl?"

Ji Yanli pursed his lips: "A girl."

It was a girl, a little girl just like his Xiao Hua.

The man could no longer bear the blow and burst into tears; tears fell from his cold, indifferent face, and his heart spasmed with pain.

Ji Yanli just watched him quietly, finding it strange that this cold-blooded, heartless man could actually cry.

Crocodile tears are the best at deceiving people.

Chu Sheng stood not far away, watching the man sobbing uncontrollably, her face filled with shock and disbelief.

Could a man like Gu Tingyan—cold, calculating, and the Crown Prince of a top-tier wealthy family—actually cry?

He was arrogant, profit-driven, ruthless in his methods, and cold-blooded.

She had thought Gu Tingyan would never shed tears for anyone.

Hearing that Gu Yichen might be left with a disabled leg, Gu Lichuan and Zhuang Mingyue exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise.

Lin Jingshu had truly brought this upon herself; she had valued this grandson the most.

If the future heir of the Gu Family were a cripple, that would truly be the joke of the century!

It was time for the power of the Gu Family to be redistributed.

The surgery ended.

Gu Laoyezi was transferred to the intensive care unit.

The doctor whispered a warning: "Do not let the old man be stimulated again."

"If it happens again, he might not be able to be resuscitated; after all, the old man is getting on in years."

Gu Huaiyuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly agreed in a low voice, his posture humble and respectful, completely devoid of his usual high-and-mighty air.

As soon as the doctor left, Gu Huaiyuan turned and slapped Lin Jingshu across the face, his eyes colder than ever before.

Gu Huaiyuan threatened her fiercely: "If anything happens to Dad, I will take your life!"

"Look at the good work you've done!"

And you even dragged Chenchen into it!

Lin Jingshu stood there, taking the slap head-on; she clenched her fists and stood her ground, her face deathly pale.

Gu Huaiyuan warned her: "Do not leave any loose ends that could stain the Gu Family."

"Otherwise, you can just roll back to the Lin Family."

Lin Jingshu looked at him coldly: "I don't need you to remind me."

Her people were all loyal to her and would absolutely never betray Lin Jingshu, so this matter could not be traced back to her.

Gu Yichen was wheeled out of the operating room and arranged in the hospital room next to Qin Shu.

Lin Jingshu hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously: "How is my grandson?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed: "Perhaps if he had been brought in for treatment earlier, there would still be hope."

"This child missed the optimal window for treatment."

"His leg was broken, and then he dragged himself around and exerted himself; it would have been fine if he had been brought in sooner."

"This child is too good at enduring pain."

Lin Jingshu was struck dizzy by these words, her face turning white in an instant; her vision blurred between white and black, and her brain felt completely dazed.

The grandson she valued most had become a cripple.

If she hadn't locked Chenchen in the attic, he wouldn't have climbed out the window and fallen from upstairs.

If Qin Shu hadn't had an accident, Chenchen would have been discovered in time and sent to the hospital promptly, and his leg could still have been saved.

Chenchen's leg was ruined, and regret, like bone-gnawing gangrene, ate away at her internal organs.

Gu Tingyan asked in grief: "Is there any possibility of saving it?"

The doctor: "It is possible, but the hope is slim."

"Perhaps, once he recovers from this bout, you can take him to see doctors abroad."

Gu Tingyan's throat felt dry: "Thank you, doctor."

Gu Yichen lay on the hospital bed, his small, pale face lacking flesh and looking very thin; he had always been very obedient and sensible, never needing Gu Tingyan to worry.

Clearly, before going abroad, he had been perfectly fine.

Gu Tingyan took a warm cloth and wiped his hands, the corners of his eyes stinging; of their family, two were severely injured and two were dead.

A massive, crushing grief drowned him like a tide, his chest feeling as heavy as if pressed by a thousand-pound boulder; he wanted to roar but could not make a sound, leaving only hollow despair spreading wildly in the depths of his heart.