Zhou Yi had always felt a heartfelt respect for the Anti-Drug Police!
An article he had read described them as one of the police units with the highest casualty rates in peacetime. They were ten times more likely to be injured than ordinary police officers.
They did the most dangerous work, confronting the most vicious drug kingpins. They were accustomed to anonymity, their faces always heavily pixelated whenever they appeared in videos.
And when their identities could finally be made public, it often meant they had already died in the line of duty.
They could truly be called the unsung heroes of this era!
And heroes should never suffer such unjust treatment!
That was why Zhou Yi had said, "We cannot let our heroes shed both blood and tears." The words had come from a veteran of the Battle of Laoshan and later spread across the internet.
Wang Gang, Li Xuechuan, Chen Mingsheng, and the other police officers at the door had all come to apologize.
Words could hardly describe the injustice and resentment they felt.
If they had accidentally injured those three privileged young men from Capital City, they would have accepted their punishment. But it was the drug dealer who had driven into them. Yet the families insisted on unreasonably taking their anger out on the officers, demanding removal from their posts and major demerits, with dismissal from office and expulsion from the force potentially still to come. How could they make sense of that? How could they accept it?
They knew their director was suffering too.
From the moment he had informed them of the disciplinary decision to the moment he brought them to the hospital, his face had shown an anger he could not shake.
They had watched him enter the ward and heard his fierce,