Speculation About the Attacker

Inside the hospital room.

After examining him, the doctor told Chen Mingyuan that Chen Mo was fine. Only then did he finally relax.

After the doctor left, he sat down on the bed beside him again, staring blankly at the sleeping Chen Mo.

Before he knew it, it was already six in the evening, and the sky had begun to dim.

When the hospital room door made a sound, Chen Mingyuan finally came back to himself. He turned his head and saw that it was his wife, Lin Fang, and immediately stood to greet her.

"Fangfang, you're here!"

Hearing her husband speak so softly, Lin Fang knew their son was asleep, so she answered in a low voice as well:

"Brother Yuan. While I was gone, Little Mo didn't show any abnormalities, did he?"

"No... no abnormalities. Everything's fine!"

Chen Mingyuan told a well-intentioned lie. Lin Fang's mind was wholly on her son, so she failed to notice the oddness in her husband's tone.

Under normal circumstances, she would have seen through his lie at a glance.

But when Lin Fang came to Chen Mo's bedside and saw how he looked, she immediately noticed something was wrong. She set the lunch box on the bedside table, turned around to glare at Chen Mingyuan, and spoke in a tiny voice through gritted teeth:

"Chen Mingyuan! Our son's face is even paler than it was this morning, and you still say nothing's wrong? What kind of father are you?"

"Fangfang, calm down. I already spoke to the doctor. The doctor said he overexerted his mind and would be fine after getting some sleep."

Having no other choice, Chen Mingyuan told Lin Fang everything the Enforcers had done.

He had known he couldn't hide it from her. His wife was meticulous by nature; of course she would be able to tell.

He had agreed to his son's request at the time only because he wanted to put him at ease.

"How can the Enforcers do this? Our son is the victim! And he was seriously injured too! Is there no law left in this world?"

"Doesn't the law state that Martial Artists can't lay hands on ordinary people? Yet they bullied our son!"

"They closed the case so hastily before the investigation was even clear. How can they do that?"

As she spoke, Lin Fang's tears began streaming down her face. She beat her chest with one hand as she blamed herself. "It's because I'm useless. I couldn't protect my son, sob sob sob..."

The wrenching pain made her too unsteady to even stand, and luckily Chen Mingyuan caught her in time.

"Fangfang, it's my fault. I'm the useless one. I couldn't become a Martial Artist. If I could have become one, this never would have happened."

Chen Mingyuan pulled out a tissue and gently comforted Lin Fang as he wiped away her tears.

"Fangfang, don't cry. Our son is still sleeping. You'll wake him."

Remembering that her son was still asleep, Lin Fang's crying immediately softened. She hurriedly wiped her tears dry.

Just as she finished wiping them away, she heard Chen Mo's voice:

"Mom, you're here!"

"Little Mo, did Mom wake you up? It's all Mom's fault!"

Lin Fang was immediately overcome with guilt.

"No, Mom, I've already slept enough." Chen Mo hurriedly changed the subject. "Mom, I can already smell it. What delicious food did you make?"

"Right, right, look, Little Mo's already hungry. Fangfang, get the food out. I'll help Little Mo sit up."

Following Chen Mo's lead, Chen Mingyuan tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened and bent down to help Chen Mo up.

"Coming right up." Lin Fang hurriedly put away her sorrowful expression, forced out a smile, and opened the lunch box.

Before long, the dishes were laid out on the table. Lin Fang picked up the chopsticks and bowl, about to feed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo quickly refused:

"Mom, I can do it myself. I've rested enough. You don't need to feed me."

Lin Fang had no choice but to give up and hand the bowl and chopsticks to Chen Mo.

Taking them, Chen Mo noticed that neither of his parents had moved, both quietly watching him, so he could not help saying:

"Dad, Mom, you should eat too!"

"No need. Mom already ate! Your dad's meal is saved at home; he can eat it when he goes back later."

Lin Fang explained with a smile.

"Alright!" Chen Mo did not press the matter. He glanced outside and saw that it had grown rather dark, then said, "Dad, you should head back first. It'll be dark soon. If you leave any later, it won't be safe outside."

"It's not completely dark yet. I'll leave after you finish eating."

Chen Mingyuan did not want to leave just yet. He still needed to talk to his wife about their son.

But Lin Fang began urging him out instead:

"Brother Yuan, just go home! You don't need to clean up the lunch box either. I'll wash it later."

"Wan'er is home alone. I'm a little worried."

"Alright!"

Chen Mingyuan had no choice but to agree. He gave Lin Fang a meaningful look, reminded Chen Mo of a few more things, then left first.

The moment Chen Mingyuan stepped out, Lin Fang used an excuse to follow him outside.

Chen Mo could more or less guess what his parents wanted to say.

Nothing more than keeping an eye on him and not letting him do anything foolish.

If the System Panel had not existed, if his two souls had not fused, he probably would not have been able to bear it either. He would have sunk into despair, unable to emerge from its shadow.

For Chen Mo's family, this was undoubtedly a crushing blow.

With his dream gone, there would be little meaning left in living. Even if he did not take his own life, he would merely be a walking corpse.

If he died, his family would surely fall apart.

Fortunately, he had the System Panel. He had a chance to become a Martial Artist.

Once he was discharged, he would definitely investigate exactly who had been targeting him.

The hatred of one who tried to kill him and block his path was irreconcilable under the same sky. He wanted nothing more than to slice his enemy into a thousand pieces.

This time, the Enforcers' attack against him had instead given him a direction to think in.

As he recalled everything that had happened, the only unusual thing was something the School Beauty Li Mengxue had once said.

Chen Mo did not know much about Li Mengxue. He only knew that her background was far from ordinary.

Still, her beauty surpassed even the celebrities he had seen in his previous life.

He had no thoughts whatsoever about Li Mengxue. Back when he had merely used the school's Cultivation Chamber, he had said one sentence to her. He never expected someone else to notice it.

Li Mengxue had countless admirers, and quite a few of them came from prominent families. Perhaps one of them had done this.

Having read countless novels in his previous life, he had seen plenty of plots like this. Chen Mo had already guessed most of it.

"Fuck your mother! I only said one sentence, and you actually struck so ruthlessly. Just wait. Once I find you, I'll cripple your Dantian too."

Of course, this was only Chen Mo's speculation and had yet to be verified. Li Mengxue had countless admirers, and he did not know which one had made a move.

He would have to investigate it slowly after leaving the hospital.

For now, he could only turn grief and fury into appetite.

After dinner, Chen Mo chatted with his mother and told her not to worry too much.

Then he video-called his younger sister for half an hour before going to sleep.