By the time the fifty-sixth newspaper landed in Inspector Wang's hands, he no longer cared.
Not only did he not care, he even discussed it with his junior sister and other colleagues, evaluating the shooting angle and content this time and pointing out the new photos' strengths and flaws.
"These photos are pretty good. The composition is beautiful. Look at this one: the overhead angle perfectly brings out President Chen's might and Grandma's frailty, while the shattered glass and bronze chandelier create a wonderful contrast. The symbolism is excellent."
"This probably wasn't done by Grandma's subordinates. I strongly suspect it was Wang Chuyun's work. Only she could make Chen Yu look so especially heroic."
"Agreed. But Grandma's health bar is pretty long. Has anyone counted how many injuries she's suffered?"
"You've come to the right person. I actually did the math. So far: seventeen cerebral hemorrhages, thirty-one rib fractures, nine full-body comminuted fractures, and fifty-six instances of shattered internal organs."
"Why are there only nine comminuted fractures? I suspect every single time was one."
"That's just how the reports wrote it. Personally, I think every time was more like being ground to dust, but there's no proof. Still, after getting beaten up so many times, why isn't she dead yet?"
"I've been wondering the same thing. By all rights, she should have been finished long ago. Why is she still fine?"
Getting beaten once was an accident. Twice was a tragedy. Three times was a crime. Four, five, or six times was comedy. More than ten times was daily life. More than twenty times, and people could only suspect she had an addiction.
Now, people had grown accustomed to what they saw in newspapers and on screens. After the initial chaos, everyone went back to work, carried on with their