Yan Qingsi Had to Die

At that very moment, the Yan family were all waiting outside the hospital's intensive care unit. Ye Lingzhi cried and fainted countless times, while Yan Songnan looked like he had aged upwards of ten years. After all, their only son was lying on a bed inside the ward.

Ye Lingzhi cried to the point where her eyes would soon turn useless. She looked like a madwoman as she pointed and howled at the traffic policeman that came in to question them earlier. "That murderer who crashed into my son! I want him to pay with his life! Why is he still alive when my son's injury is so serious?"

Yan Mingxiu's injury was nothing short of grave—fractured bones, a ruptured liver, internal bleeding, and a broken vertebra. Whether he could or could not regain consciousness was a different question altogether.

Even if he could wake up again, he would likely never be able to stand upright again.

In short, the Yan family's only son was completely done for.