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Chapter 129 Sadly, the orphan of a martyr also became a martyr.
No one knows how shocking that scene was for young Huo Qiting.

He managed to contact his father's comrade using a children's smartwatch, and held on until the comrade arrived before fainting.

When he woke up again, Xiao Huoqiting had developed serious psychological and mental problems, and it took eight years of treatment for him to recover.

Later, Huo Qiting spent several years getting into police academy and graduated with excellent grades. His comrades and uncles, who had been taking care of him, wanted to assign him to an easier position.

But Huo Qiting refused.

He wants to inherit his father's police badge number, become a narcotics officer, and even, if possible, go undercover.

Huo Qiting was too stubborn and too outstanding.

"...In the end, he still became a narcotics officer."

"You have no idea how hard he has worked and how outstanding he has been these past few years. He is really smart and always trains like crazy to track down clues. Over the years, he has solved countless cases and has even been awarded two first-class merits, three second-class merits, and countless third-class merits."

"Huo Qiting is even more outstanding and capable than his father."

"His achievements are enough to warrant countless promotions, but he insists on staying in this small place of Huai'an. He says he won't leave because he always feels his father is here. He says he will stay here until he has avenged his father and family."

"Last year, he finally got what he was waiting for."

“The drug lord’s trail has resurfaced, and we do need an undercover agent.”

"No one could dissuade Huo Qiting, and he went anyway."

"His father spent five years helping the organization wipe out half of the drug lord's power."

"And Huo Qiting, in just one year, wiped out the entire power of the drug lord who had grown and expanded over the years, as well as the drug lord himself."

"Originally, he had already made a clean getaway."

The policeman covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face through his fingers.

"It's a pity he was too kind."

Yes, in the end, Huo Qiting died because of his kindness.

He had escaped unscathed, but on his way back, exhausted, he encountered an elderly woman who had collapsed and fallen ill. Everyone else who passed by ignored her, but Huo Qiting went to her aid.

"It's true that the old lady had a seizure, but it's also true that she stabbed Huo Qiting several times after she woke up."

Not only did they stab Huo Qiting several times, but they also joined forces with others to take him away on the spot.

Huo Qiting had only recently finished fighting and was already exhausted, so he was not on guard against the old lady.

By the time the old lady made her move, it was too late for him to resist.

"So, that old lady was a backup plan left by that big drug lord."

"When we found Qiting again, he was already dead, barely clinging to life..." and was in a terrible state.

Human pig, gouging out eyes, half-death by a thousand cuts—almost every cruel method was used on Huo Qiting.

"His last words to us were: He had no regrets."

He accomplished his mission; he avenged his father and family, so Huo Qiting said he had no regrets.

But everyone felt sorry for him.

"Is kindness wrong? Why take advantage of his kindness? He shouldn't have died like this, he shouldn't have died like this..."

They were proud because Huo Qiting was a hero.

But they were also saddened and grieved, because Huo Qiting, who was originally just an orphan of a martyr, eventually became a martyr himself.

They failed to protect him properly.

The two policemen, their faces streaked with tears and their voices choked with emotion, said, "We've tried our best to recover every part of Qiting's body that we could find."

"I hope you can do your best to repair it."

"Let Qiting leave in a dignified and intact manner."

"In his next life, he should be reborn into a better family and have a better life with his father and his family." Director Xiao's eyes were already red. Even Cuilan, who had experienced so much in the underworld over the past hundred years and whose heart was as firm as iron, could not help but be moved.

“Leave it to me.” Cuilan looked at the freezer, her eyes resolute.

The door to the room was closed, leaving Cuilan alone.

Director Xiao waited outside with two policemen.

They didn't want to leave; they wanted to see what it looked like after the repairs were completed.

"Comrades, rest assured, Cuilan is capable of completing the mission perfectly."

Here, Cuilan showed even more focus and seriousness than ever before.

Never before had she felt that what she held in her hands was so heavy.

As heavy as Mount Tai.

Never before had Cuilan felt that her work could be so sacred and solemn.

She had always felt that even if she was skilled in needlework and could embroider exquisite pieces, it was not very meaningful and was quite ordinary.

Even when she first told Xu Qingling that she wanted to work and make use of her needlework skills, she was at a loss.

Because she herself didn't know what the meaning was.

It seems meaningless.

Now, Cuilan feels like she has found it.

Whether it's mending the bodies of heroes today, allowing innocent young people who lost their lives to leave this world with dignity and wholeness, or stitching up the wounds of pregnant women who have worked so hard to bring life into the world in hospitals, so that they suffer less...

These are the meanings behind her needlework skills.

At that moment, Cuilan had an epiphany.

At this moment, Cuilan, who was carefully stitching, did not notice that a golden light of merit flowed onto her body.

Xu Qingling, who was far away in the Leave Department, seemed to sense something, and a slight smile appeared on her usually cold face.

After repairing his physical body, Cuilan proceeded to repair Huo Qiting's soul as usual.

After Huo Qiting's soul recovered, he also realized that Cuilan was no ordinary person.

When Huo Qiting thanked her, Cuilan shook her head, "It is my honor to be able to stitch you up."

"Young hero Huo, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can ask for leave to find Director Xu. She is a very kind person and will help you."

"Thank you, aunt."
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"It's fixed."

As the door opened, Cuilan came out, and Director Xiao and two policemen quickly walked over. When they saw Huo Qiting in the freezer, almost intact, as if he were asleep, they were shocked.

The two policemen could no longer hold back their tears, which flowed down their cheeks once again.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"I didn't expect you to repair it so well."

If they hadn't seen Huo Qiting in person, they might have thought he wasn't dead at all, but just asleep.

Because the entire drug lord gang was wiped out, and also because the Huo Qiting family had been without members for generations.

Therefore, there's no need to hide his and his father's sacrifice any longer.

The official report stated that Huo Qiting's sacrifice was reported, and on the day Huo Qiting was buried in the martyrs' cemetery, countless people spontaneously went to lay flowers.

That day, a light drizzle was falling, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for this young martyr.

That day, countless ordinary people also had tears in their eyes.

They are acutely aware of one thing: the reason they can live a peaceful and happy life today is because, behind the scenes, someone is bearing the burden for them.

(End of this chapter)