Transaction

Watching Li Huowang being carried away, Yang Na followed behind, choking back sobs as she explained reluctantly, "Huowang, don't be afraid. I recorded everything from when you interacted with Qing Wanglai and the others, everything they ever said, with a voice recorder."

"I'd actually been gathering evidence all along. I gave all that evidence to Doctor Yi. He already knows there's a group of people threatening you!"

"Once you're admitted, Doctor Yi will call the police. I'll tell them everything. Huowang, you're safe now. Someone is protecting you. You'll never be in danger again!"

"Huowang, don't be afraid. Take your medicine properly!"

As the orderlies carried Li Huowang down the stairs, he still craned his neck, still stared at Yang Na in disbelief, still cried out, asking why.

When she heard the final why from Li Huowang's mouth, Yang Na covered her face with both hands, squatted down, and burst into desperate sobs.

The familiar great iron gates of White Pagoda Prison, the familiar barbed wire, the familiar television in the lounge, the familiar fellow patients, the familiar Intensive Care Suppression Room—all of them flashed past before his eyes.

Wrapped tightly from head to toe, Li Huowang remained seated in the Suppression Room. When food came, he ate. When medicine came, he took it.

When the doctors came to treat the wounds on his body, Li Huowang remained completely cooperative.

There was no sense of time in here, and Li Huowang had no idea how long had passed.

When the restraint suit was removed and his wounds were nearly healed, the orderlies led him out of the Suppression Room in Handcuffs and shackles.

Seeing the familiar route, Li Huowang knew where they were taking him. They were taking him to Yi Donglai's office.

Once Li Huowang sat down and saw