8.5

The doctor's changed opinion of Jiang Jiamian ended the very next day after the plaster cast was removed.

"Ahhhhh!"

In the rehabilitation room, screams that sounded like ghosts howling and wolves wailing echoed through the air.

Even the corridor outside was filled with Jiang Jiamian's heart-wrenching cries.

His doctor calmly stuffed the cotton ball back into his ear, silently guarding against potential eardrum damage.

He quickly took back everything he had thought yesterday.

This was still the pampered young master, more polite, perhaps, but definitely not calm.

Just from the sound alone, one could tell someone was undergoing leg rehabilitation. But if you didn't know better, you'd think the hospital had started slaughtering pigs.

In the corridor, Fu Yanchen, being pushed in a wheelchair by the housekeeper, frowned slightly as the howls reached his ears. "Doctor Fang, since when did your hospital start butchering pigs?"