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

Ma Daguang paused for only a moment before quickly defending himself.

"I don't know, I really don't know, officer. It was manslaughter, I didn't do it on purpose. Please, I beg you to be lenient with me. I don't want to die."

"If you don't want to die, then who does? Just wait, the law will give you a fair judgment."

Even after all this, they still only care about themselves and show no remorse whatsoever. Such people are just wasting air by living.

After finishing his questioning, the interrogator immediately closed the interrogation notebook and quickly left the interrogation room, as if staying there for even a second longer would be suffocating.

When I came out, I ran into Auntie Fatty who had been waiting outside.

"You murderer, give me back my daughter's life!"

The plump aunt rushed over with red eyes, still tightly clutching the metal hair clip she had taken from her hair.

No one stopped them the entire time.

Ma Daguang had several holes stabbed in his body, and he was grimacing in pain, yelling and shouting anxiously at the police officers around him.

"She's poking me with something, can't you see? Hurry up and stop her."

The police simply replied, "Our job is to escort you back to jail; the rest is not our responsibility."

Ma Daguang said with a pained expression, "Then let me go right now and let me run away, or she'll stab me to death."

"If you run away, then that's our dereliction of duty."

The police officers held Ma Daguang tightly on both sides and replied expressionlessly.

Seeing that Aunt Pang had vented her anger enough, Xia Qiuran quickly stopped her.

Excessive blood loss can be fatal, and it's not worth paying for someone's life.

"Xia Qiuran, you bitch, if I'm sentenced to death, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

Ma Daguang gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Xia Qiuran.

If it weren't for this bitch in front of him, he would be living his life comfortably right now. The hatred in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he wished he could strangle Xia Qiuran to death.

"Ma Daguang, so you do know what pain is. Did you ever think about how those women felt when you hurt them?" Xia Qiuran retorted, her face tense.

"I bought them, why should I consider their feelings?"

"Hmph, you wanted to know what happened? I'll tell you now. I actually knew that little bitch was pregnant a long time ago. I was using the speculum pliers to help her remove that stain."

The pain seemed to have driven Ma Daguang out of his last shred of reason. Veins bulged on his forehead like writhing earthworms crawling on his skin, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had gone mad.

Xia Qiuran could hardly believe that a person could say such a thing, and blurted out the question.

"Why? Even if she was bought, she's still your wife."

"Pah, what else could it be? Of course, it's because the child isn't mine. I spent a lot on the bride price to marry her, so of course I have to rely on her to earn it back. She's cheap; she got someone else's child after only a few times."

Xia Qiuran froze on the spot, her eyes trembling with tension. She couldn't imagine how much suffering Li Shuangshuang had endured before she died.

"Ma Daguang, you don't even deserve to be called an animal."

"Officer, his injuries are quite serious. Let's take him to the hospital."

Xia Qiuran said through gritted teeth.

The police officer merely glanced at it indifferently, saying, "Medical funds are limited, so there's no need for anesthesia or anything like that."

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll definitely take special care of him."

Back at the hospital, Ma Daguang was pinned to a chair by three police officers, and Xia Qiuran picked up a needle and thread and stitched him up with over a hundred stitches.

During this time, Ma Daguang fainted from the pain several times, but was always woken up by Zhong Wenmei, who was providing auxiliary treatment, by wiping his wound with high-concentration saline solution.

The series of screams soon drew Bai Xia over.

"What are you doing?" Bai Xia asked with a stern face after entering the consultation room.

Zhong Wenmei put down the highly concentrated saline solution in her hand and answered bluntly,

"Director Bai, this is the notorious perpetrator of the wife-murder and abuse case. We are currently treating him."

"How can this treatment work? Without anesthesia, the wound is very likely to get infected if the patient moves around."

Bai Xia glanced at Ma Daguang, frowned, and spoke with displeasure.

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope quietly returned to Ma Daguang's previously despondent face.

Sun Xiaocao had been hospitalized here before, and he knew that Bai Xia was the director here. As long as she spoke, all the doctors had to listen to her.

"Your director has already spoken, so hurry up and give me the anesthesia," Ma Daguang said, enduring the pain.

Zhong Wenmei's expression also turned cold at this moment.

"Director Bai, I never knew you were so kind-hearted."

She used to think Bai Xia was just eccentric, jealous, and vain, but she never expected her heart to be so wicked that she would even help a beast like Ma Daguang.

"Doctors are supposed to be compassionate, what do you know? If a patient dies because of this, who can bear the responsibility?"

Bai Xia didn't say much, but gestured for all the police officers holding Ma Daguang to move aside.

Medical care is not within their jurisdiction, and when the police heard this, they had no choice but to give way, even if they didn't want to.

Bai Xia walked up to the unsuspecting Ma Daguang, then grabbed his arm with one hand, her fingers clamping down on the middle of his arm like iron clamps, and with her other hand she gripped his wrist, then twisted it in the opposite direction.

"Click"

The movement was as swift and decisive as snapping a chicken's neck.

Ma Daguang immediately let out a scream and rushed out of the ward, even out of the hospital. Everyone in the corridor and even the ward heard this pitiful scream.

And the other arm immediately returned to its original position.

Within two minutes, Ma Daguang was already covered in sweat, his arms hanging limply at his sides, like a swaying marionette.

"Okay, now he won't move around. Keep sewing."

Bai Xia nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with her masterpiece.

Xia Qiuran, Zhong Wenmei, and three other police officers were stunned in place almost simultaneously.

This time, the police officer holding him down from behind had much less effort, as Ma Daguang, whose arm had been dislocated, had no ability to resist.

It must be admitted that they were ultimately too inexperienced compared to Bai Xia.

When it comes to how to torment people, Bai Xia is ruthless, with no limit to how cruel she can be.

"Don't rush to cry out in pain now. I'll put your arm around it again when you're healed. It will hurt at least three times as much then."

Bai Xia casually remarked to Ma Daguang before leaving the ward.

Ma Daguang was left with a look of horror on his face, and his eyes even showed signs of wanting to take his own life.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Qiuran glanced at him and asked:

Ma Daguang didn't say a word. It wasn't that he was being defiant; rather, his throat was so tight from the pain that he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be in pain, but Li Shuangshuang, whom you killed, can't even scream in pain now."

Xia Qiuran felt no pity for Ma Daguang; on the contrary, her anger continued.

She couldn't understand how there could be such cruel people in the world, who tortured a young woman in the prime of her life to death just for their disgusting desires, and whose other husbands, if they hadn't run away, would certainly have fared no better.