He really hopes now that Huo Jing wasn't blown up, because then, once he leaves the hospital, he'll teach him a good lesson.
If it weren't for Huo Jing, he wouldn't have turned out like this; no matter how realistic the prosthetic is, it's not a real nose. For Fourth Young Master, who places great importance on his appearance, he simply cannot accept it from the bottom of his heart.
"Huo Jing, just you wait; if you die, I'll flog your corpse; if you don't die, I'll make you understand what it means to live in utter pain!"
Two hours later, Fourth Young Master left the hospital, his nose wrapped in layers of white gauze, looking extremely pathetic and utterly different from his usual arrogant and domineering demeanor.
"Fourth Young Master, where to now?" the driver asked after Fourth Young Master took his seat in the car's back seat.
Fourth Young Master had one person on his mind: "Let's see how Huo Jing is doing now."
