Night, 3:20 a.m.
Third People's Hospital, Yuzhou.
Unlike the other rooms, which held three or six patients, this ward had only two beds.
The hospital lights were bright and stark white, clearly illuminating the rough texture of the white sheets and blankets.
The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, while the machines kept beeping.
"Who? Who beat my Liu Liu into this state? He's still just a child!"
A middle-aged woman dressed in expensive clothes and carrying a designer handbag wiped away tears.
Her harsh face, caked in makeup, held a pair of eyes gleaming with malice.
"My Liu Liu is such a good boy. Who did he ever offend?"
The woman leaned against the bedside, staring worriedly at the young man on the bed. His eyes were tightly shut as he received an IV drip and oxygen.
The chief doctor had previously explained his injuries. Several bones in the young man's chest had fractured, and broken ribs had punctured his internal organs, causing hemopneumothorax and other symptoms.
The woman with the handbag continued cursing.
The other middle-aged man wore dark clothes and square-framed glasses. He looked composed and steady.
His face carried an air of authority, as though he had long held a high position. He frowned.
The brat in the bed had caused trouble more than once or twice, and every time, he had been the one to smooth things over.
Three years ago, he had used his connections to alter the boy's age and send him away for reform.
Yet less than half a month after returning, the boy had caused trouble again.
He had still been worrying over it when, unexpectedly, the boy was sent to the hospital.
Pinching an unlit cigarette between his fingers, he persuaded her, "Say less."
The moment