Cultivating Her with All His Heart

After Camille left, only a few of us remained.

The explosion caused flames to rise, and rain began to fall from the sky.

Vi walked up to Jorba and grabbed him by the collar. "Tell me, what exactly happened!"

Jorba was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and rainwater streamed down his hair, but I always felt that the tears in the corners of his eyes were not rain.

"Don't question him yet. Do you know any hospitals in Zaun? Let's take him to stop the bleeding first."

Wei angrily let go of my hand and led the way. I followed closely behind with Jorba on my back. Soon we arrived at a hospital.

This was a small clinic, and since it was already late at night, the door was naturally closed. Wei knocked on the door a few times, and an impatient voice came from inside:

"Who is it? Can't a person get some sleep? Come back tomorrow!"

"I'll open the door right away."

"Even if you're dead, I won't open the door. Get out!"

After hearing this, Wei took a few steps back, then rushed forward and kicked the door open. The doctor was startled, hurriedly threw on a coat, grabbed a pistol, and came out.

"Who is it? Have you got a death wish, daring to barge in... Wei? What brings you here?"

"I'll tell you later, let's save them first."

"I'm afraid I can't help you with your arm."

"It wasn't me, it was the person behind me."

The doctor made way for the doorway, and I quickly placed Jorba on the bed. He had a deep, bone-revealing wound on each of his arms, legs, and back.

"Honestly, how could your men get so badly injured even with you around? By the way, didn't you Piltover?"

"This isn't my subordinate; I'm his. Although I wish he were dead, there are still some things I haven't clarified. You have to save him."

"Were you the ones who caused the chaos that just happened in the Northwest?"

"I guess so, but the culprit has already escaped."

The doctor made some simple preparations and began the treatment. The small clinic was very messy; there wasn't even a mattress on the bed, and the disinfection process was very rough—just a quick spray with a spray bottle.

"If it's someone from Zaun, it'll definitely be fine, but for a delicate officer like you, it's hard to say." The doctor's tone was not without sarcasm.

The environment here was a bit poor, but the doctor's technique seemed very professional. He chatted with me while stitching up the wound, and it was done very quickly.

No anesthesia was used, but Jorba didn't utter a sound. Occasionally, his muscles would twitch, which looked very painful.

"He's a real man. I underestimated him. With such a strong will, he's either a great guy or a great villain. Since he's with you, he's definitely not a good guy, haha."

"Yes, heinous crimes!"

The doctor teased Wei, but her response was cold. It was rare for her to chat with these old friends from Zaun, but what happened today made her unable to cheer up.

"Since you seem so troubled, don't waste any more time here. Go to a big hospital right away. The bleeding has stopped now, you'll recover faster there."

"Um."

I asked the doctor how much it would cost, and he waved his hand to say he didn't need it. But I still left him a gold coin; that should be enough, even considering the cost of disturbing him in the middle of the night.

There's a large hospital near the port in southern Zaun. It's open 24/7 and has a very nice environment.

We requested a spacious ward. The medical staff briefly examined Jorba's wound and left; it was almost dawn by then.

I was always exhausted after the big battle, even though Riven and I didn't put in much effort; we mostly just watched the rivalries between the other guys.

The ward was spacious, and there were even separate rooms for family members to sleep in, so a few of us went in to sleep.

I woke up around noon and looked at Jorba. I found that he hadn't slept at all; his tired eyes were half-open, and the pain was making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

"Should we give you a painkiller?"

"No need." He gave the same answer as yesterday.

At that moment, the nurse came in to change his dressing, and I helped her out. She was quite surprised when I used Wind Force to peel off the bandage.

I didn't mean to show off my skills; I just wanted to use the Gale Force to cool down Jorba's wounds so he would feel a little better.

I then fed him a few more bites of food, but when I saw he had no appetite, I put it down.

"Thank you for saving me, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get back to Piltover."

"I have no grudge against you."

"Hatred? I'm afraid Wei will never forgive me."

"Do you care a lot? If you don't mind, tell me. It's really uncomfortable to keep it to yourself."

"Then let me tell you a story..." Jorba began to tell the tale softly:

After the Kalin Family moved into Piltover, they established a police department, and under the leadership of the first and second sheriffs, order gradually stabilized.

When the third sheriff took office, Piltover became completely peaceful, and the sheriff's focus shifted from Piltover to Zaun, making his workload much lighter.

The third sheriff was different from the other leaders of the Kalin Family; he cared more about his family, especially his newborn daughter, than family affairs.

Taking advantage of Piltover's technology, he created a mechanical device for his daughter from the time she was learning to walk, allowing her to learn earlier than other children.

During her early childhood, he established a reasonable daily routine and dietary standards for his daughter, allowing her to grow up healthy and strong.

By the time my daughter reached school age, she had learned almost all the basic vocabulary and grammar, becoming one of the top students in her class.

With her standard short haircut, clean and tidy clothes, and excellent grades, who wouldn't like her? Especially in Piltover values technological development, such growth is even more remarkable, and everyone is full of expectations for this little girl's future.

In fact, the little girl didn't have to put in much effort; she just needed to follow the route her father had planned step by step.

Besides basic necessities like food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, it seems even our thinking has been planned out.

What is the meaning of such a life? She hadn't thought about it when she was a child, but as she grew up, the seeds of rebellion took root and sprouted in her heart.

She began to deliberately hurt herself, as if only in this way could she see her father's other emotions: sadness and anger.

Gradually, she became more and more obsessed with this kind of thing, cutting her own arm, twisting her ankle while walking, and being disliked by classmates for showing contempt...

The father didn't pay much attention to these things at first, but later he realized something was wrong when his daughter dislocated her shoulder.

The wound on her arm was very clean, and she always twisted her ankle in the same way, but this time the dislocation felt like it was twisted from behind!

The father was furious. As the sheriff of Piltover, he immediately used his connections to investigate his daughter's school. The result surprised him: no one was bullying his daughter; on the contrary, she was often ostracized for bullying her classmates.

It seems that he has been too busy with work lately and has not paid enough attention to his daughter, which led to these events. So the father has devoted more time to her, not only planning her life path but also providing her with a lot of psychological counseling.

The daughter listened attentively to her father's teachings as usual, and there were no more instances of her getting injured for no reason.

The father was happy, thinking he had corrected his daughter's thinking, but he didn't expect that she had just changed her way of rebelling.