The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 189: I Was Originally a Little Cripple_1

Nathalie Quinlan felt agitated at the sound of his voice but was finally pulled out of her own world.

Her crimson lips pursed slightly as her gaze shifted away from the CT scan images. Her brow furrowed, her expression somber as she suppressed her anger, not hiding from him, "It’s difficult."

The chief of orthopedics suspected she was joking and rudely interrupted, "Of course it’s difficult, we would have operated on it long ago if it wasn’t. Have you looked at this long enough to say there’s no other way besides the surgery being difficult?"

Edric Yancey didn’t pass out when he fell down the stairs, and at the moment, his little face was deathly pale from the pain, covered in sweat. Most children would have already been crying uncontrollably.

But like a stubborn little donkey, he bit his pink lips until they bled without crying. When he heard the chief of orthopedics ’bullying’ his sister, he even became angry and tried to get up to protect Nathalie Quinlan.

"Get out! I don’t want you to treat me! I don’t like you, get out!"

"Little uncle, make him leave, make them all leave!"

His sudden emotional outburst made him uncooperative with the treatment, frightening the nearby nurse who quickly bent down to soothe his emotions.

"Edric, don’t move around, lie back down quickly."

"Yeah, Edric, don’t get up, don’t touch your leg."

"Get out, all of you leave~!"

Children will be children, even the mature ones are only five-year-old kids at the end of the day.

He had always behaved and endured in front of Nathalie Quinlan, but now his body was in extreme pain, and his self-control was not as strong, inexorably revealing his usual irritable and temperamental side.

"I don’t want your treatment!"

Edric Yancey struggled and his eyes began to redden.

He knew he must look like a little madman right now, he didn’t want Nathalie Quinlan to see his ’crazy’ side, but he was in so much pain, deep down he felt so miserable, and he really wanted to cry.

Amadeus Yancey saw him suddenly become fierce and silent, then forcefully tried to struggle up, wanting to run away.

Frowning, he quickly walked over, pinned him to the bed with an expression of rare emotional outburst on his strikingly handsome face, his voice tinged with annoyance, "Didn’t you hear the doctor say not to move around? Do you not want your leg anymore?"

He was angry with Edric Yancey for not taking care of his own body, so his tone became unavoidably stern.

For the already aggrieved child, that concern sounded like a knife stabbing into his heart. He lashed out and bit at his own uncle, his eyes reddened like a little wolf pup, "I don’t want you to interfere, I don’t need it! I was already a cripple! Just a little disabled person!"

All the doctors and nurses present felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this.

Even the chief of orthopedics felt a twinge of sourness inside.

Ah, indeed everyone in the world has their own troubles; this child was born into a prominent family, one would say at the end point of life at birth, but what of it—neither status nor money can buy health.

"Don’t talk nonsense, I will definitely save your leg," Amadeus Yancey held him, letting him bite and tear, but, regretfully, as a man, his comfort was still not as soft and supple.

Nathalie Quinlan felt a heartache, walked over, pulled him away, and said softly, "I’ll do it."

Amadeus Yancey stepped aside when he saw it was her.

She walked over, touched the little guy’s head as usual, and asked with a steadfast look, "Edric, do you believe in your sister?"

With Nathalie Quinlan’s comforting, Edric calmed down a lot, mainly not wanting to bite her, but his eyes were red and his face color was as white as paper, as if it would crumble upon touch.

"I... I was already a little cripple..." he knew he was going to lose his left leg and didn’t want his sister to bear the pressure.