The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

In the morgue, the power cord was thrown back again, knocking out innocent people.

Xia Qiuran's words once again clearly touched Zhou Guangming.

Upon hearing this, he was instantly filled with rage. He wasn't the kind of person who couldn't distinguish right from wrong. If someone else had acted like Yuan Qiaoling, he probably would have already given them a beating.

Should such evil deeds be tolerated simply because of her mother?

Lu Zhenghan was not only someone he regarded as his own son, but also an elite cultivated and selected by the country. If he were really killed this time, even tearing Yuan Qiaoling to pieces would not make up for it.

He even tried to plead for her just now; he's really senile.

"Yuan Qiaoling's behavior was indeed despicable. Don't worry, Xia, the law will give you justice."

Zhou Guangming spoke with a firm and resolute tone, as if he had made up his mind.

After Zhou Guangming left, Xia Qiuran entered the ward and subconsciously licked her lips.

Lu Zhenghan was not in a conscious state at the time, so he probably didn't remember most of what happened. Therefore, he asked in a calm manner.

"Commander, are you feeling any better?"

When he saw Xia Qiuran coming over, especially when he saw the special red color on her lips, Lu Zhenghan's heartstrings trembled involuntarily. He was injured by electric shock, but he did not lose his memory, so he remembered everything that happened clearly.

After being electrocuted, his muscles went numb, his heart felt stiff, and his head felt like it was burning hot.

Suddenly a cherry fell into his mouth. Out of survival instinct, he subconsciously sucked on it desperately. Later, when he came to his senses, he realized that the cherry he had been sucking on was actually Xia Qiuran's lips.

"I'm fine now, how are you?" Lu Zhenghan paused slightly, his expression somewhat unnatural as he replied.

"I've almost recovered. I just came to check on you, Commander. You still look a little weak. You should get some rest. I'll be going now."

Xia Qiuran half-closed her bright eyes, keeping her gaze fixed on the headboard and not daring to look directly at Lu Zhenghan. Occasionally, she would quickly glance at Lu Zhenghan, and then hurriedly look away when her eyes met his.

Lu Zhenghan wanted to chase after him, but his heart, still reeling from the electric shock, suddenly felt a tearing pain. He clutched his chest and could only return to bed for the time being.

...

When Xia Qiuran walked back to the ward, she ran into the plump aunt who had just come out of the clinic. Their eyes met for a moment, and the plump aunt seemed to be afraid and quickly walked away.

Xia Qiuran greeted her twice, but the plump aunt ignored her.

This only fueled Xia Qiuran's curiosity, and she quickly followed after them.

"Auntie, Auntie."

When she reached the door, the plump aunt finally stopped, looking impatient, thinking that Xia Qiuran wanted to continue asking her those strange questions.

"I'm just a cleaner. Look at my head, it's all cracked open. Please let me go."

Xia Qiuran slowly walked in, her gaze gentle. It was rare for a stranger to continue seeking help after being knocked down and waking up. If Aunt Pang didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force her.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry about what happened today. We dragged you into this. I came here to apologize," Xia Qiuran said softly.

"Forget the apology, you didn't do it on purpose. I have to go back to work, so I'll be leaving now." The plump aunt glanced at Xia Qiuran and turned to leave.

"stop."

But just as she reached the door, the plump aunt was stopped by a sharp voice.

Xia Qiuran looked over and saw a woman wearing a red plaid skirt and a big floral hair clip walking arrogantly toward the fat aunt.

When she walked up to the fat aunt, the woman crossed her arms, held her chin high, and made no attempt to hide her disgust in her eyes.

"You're quite old, can't you give us a break? What kind of trouble are you causing now? Don't you know your son gets penalized for taking leave?"

The plump aunt moved her lips several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I was knocked unconscious. The police said I was too old and they had to notify my family, so they made the call."

Hearing this, the woman glanced at the several bandages wrapped around the fat aunt's head, but there was no worry in her eyes, not even a single question. Instead, a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.

"Knocked unconscious? Who did it? How much compensation was paid?"

"The person who did the assault has been arrested and is at the police station now. We'll only know the details after the interrogation," the plump auntie replied tremulously, her fingers constantly tugging at her sleeve, as if afraid of saying something wrong.

The woman's originally harsh face immediately softened, replaced by a calculating look. One corner of her mouth turned up, and her expression became much gentler.

"Mom, this is the wound on your head where you were beaten, right?"

"Yes," the plump auntie replied.

"Is the injury serious?" the woman asked again, revealing a malicious smile.

"The doctor said it's not serious, just a superficial injury, and it will heal in a week at most," the plump auntie said truthfully.

Upon hearing this answer, the woman's face immediately darkened, her dark pupils filled with a vicious glint.

"It's just a superficial injury! How can it be a superficial injury when it's this badly injured? Mom, you know how hard your son works to earn money. Now that such a great opportunity is in front of you, you can't let it slip by."

Seeing the woman's treacherous smile, the plump aunt asked warily.

"What do you mean by that?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and a cold, twisted smile appeared on her lips.

"Mom, do I need to spell it out? If I hit you with a brick again, right where your wound is, and the injury gets worse, wouldn't we get more compensation?"

After saying that, he put his arm around the fat aunt's arm, and his sinister appearance seemed even more terrifying than Yuan Qiaoling's.

"Zhao Na, have some decency! Someone with such a twisted mind like you will get your comeuppance sooner or later," the plump aunt said, somewhat agitated.

But the woman laughed loudly and answered nonchalantly.

"Your son and I are family. If anyone should suffer retribution, it should be your son. Besides, if accumulating good deeds and being kind-hearted worked, would your damned daughter have died so tragically? If she were even a fraction as capable as me, she wouldn't have been harmed by her own mother."

"If you can't win with force, you'll try to use the same tactics you used on your daughter. Let me tell you, don't even think about it."

The plump aunt's eyes filled with disbelief and tears as she shouted in a hoarse voice, but the woman, like a machine gun, showed no sign of stopping, her smile full of joy at the impending compensation.

She stood at the doorway and glanced around, her gaze quickly settling on a quiet alleyway where hardly anyone walked.

Go there, find any brick, and smash it hard on the old woman's head again. That would be worth at least five new dresses.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

"Wait a moment."

Just as the woman was pulling the fat aunt down the steps, Xia Qiuran suddenly shouted behind them.

The woman turned around, her face full of hostility. "Who are you?"

"I am the victim today, and also a doctor at this hospital. I heard everything you two just said. There are diagnostic records in the hospital, and secondary injuries are not covered by compensation."

Xia Qiuran clearly stated to the woman, who gritted her teeth, but still did not admit her actions, and replied with her chin raised.

"What do you mean by secondary damage? I don't understand."

"My mother-in-law was hit on the head. She's so old, and she looks fine now, but who knows what will happen when she gets home."