It's just a pity that these two brothers aren't too bright.
"So... what do you plan to do?" Song Wu asked curiously.
"I don't know yet," Song Wen shook his head and said, "We'll see later. This matter requires careful, long-term planning. We'll use Uncle's hand to do away with Lin Chuan."
"Hmm." Song Wu nodded.
At this moment, the strong man was wheeled out of the emergency resuscitation room.
"How is he?" Song Wen hurried forward to ask.
"Oh, he's alright," the doctor replied, and said, "The patient's condition is stable. The fractured ribs need time to heal, but fortunately, they didn't cause radiating penetrative damage to the lungs. We've cleared the blood in his chest cavity, and he just needs to rest well from now on. He can't eat solid food for three days after the surgery, he can only have some liquid food..."
"Stop with the nonsense, is he dead or not?" Song Wu said with a gloomy face.
The doctor was startled and then walked away.
