In Tianque City, Fan Chen was the Prince Charming, the object of affection for countless young women.
Aside from being from the city's wealthiest family, he was undeniably handsome and dashing. A man like jade, a prince without peer; it was no exaggeration.
Furthermore, having studied under Tianque City's top master, Lu Wentao, he had soared to become the number one expert of the younger generation in just a few short years.
All these factors combined were enough to describe him with a single word: perfect.
And yet, at this moment, Fan Chen's face was crimson and swollen, and his body was hooked up to various machines.
The doctor's diagnosis was that every single one of his ribs, along with eighty percent of the bones in his body, had been shattered. Upon his arrival at the hospital, the first question the doctor asked was whether the patient had been hit by a car, or if he had been run over completely.
