Qin Zhaoran reached out to pinch the bone in his wrist, causing him to let out a muffled groan, but he knew Qin Zhaoran was a rare medical genius, so he endured without making a sound.
A few seconds later, Qin Zhaoran withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Broken."
Sun Yuhao's eyes glistened with tears as he anxiously said, "Young Master Qin… Young Master Qin… will my hand be able to be reattached?"
Qin Zhaoran nodded, said calmly, "I should be able to."
Tears welled up in Sun Yuhao's eyes, and he was overjoyed, being able to reattach it… being able to reattach it…
"But I don't intend to reattach it for you." He added flatly, successfully changing Sun Yuhao's expression again, "Young Master Qin… you can't do this!"
Qin Zhaoran slowly stood up and said calmly, "I can."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Sun Yuhao to speak again, he turned and left.
