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In the VIP ward of the First Municipal Hospital.

Shang Song lay on the bed, still fast asleep.

His head was wrapped in gauze, his right foot was in a cast and rested on a special soft pillow.

Xie Jing sat on a chair by the bed, his whole body tense.

He was wearing his pajamas, clearly because of the emergency and he hadn't had time to change.

There was a gentle knock on the ward door, which was then pushed open.

Lin Zhou walked in quietly.

He first glanced at Shang Song, who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, and then bowed slightly: "Patriarch, the preliminary report is out."

"Speak." Xie Jing's gaze remained fixed on Shang Song's sleeping face without shifting.

"Fracture of the right lateral malleolus, which has been immobilized with a cast; debridement and suturing of the forehead injury, the wound is smooth, with mild concussion symptoms, requiring rest and observation; multiple abrasions and soft tissue contusions on the body, but none are serious."

He paused for a moment, then said, "The doctor said that luckily, the clothes were thick in winter and I was wearing a hat, which cushioned the damage and prevented any vital organs from being injured."

Xie Jing listened quietly, and after a few seconds, he asked, "Where is he?"

"Zhou Yun has been criminally detained by the police on suspicion of intentional injury. The on-site surveillance footage and the testimonies of Shen Yan and Mr. Xu Zhao are very convincing. She is extremely emotionally unstable and kept... talking nonsense inside."

At this point, Lin Zhou secretly raised his eyes to observe Xie Jing's expression. "She repeatedly said that she wanted to see you, and also said... there are some things about twenty years ago that she must tell you in person."

Xie Jing's expression didn't change much, but he slightly turned his head to look at Lin Zhou and asked again, "How did the police classify her motive for the assault?"

"It appears that the accident was caused by a shoving during an emotional breakdown. However, she has a clear history of harassing, threatening, and attempting to harm Mr. Shang. Coupled with her subsequent escape attempt, it is fair to classify this as intentional assault."

Xie Jing's gaze returned to Shang Song's face. Looking at his oblivious sleeping face, he remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "Handle him according to the law, and punish him severely."

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, but his voice was calm: "After this, send them away, make proper arrangements, and don't let them come back."

Lin Zhou's expression hardened, and he replied, "Yes."

Handle it according to law, and severely punish it.

After that, it was time to see them off.

The message is that Zhou and her son should no longer appear in the life of the head of the family.

Or rather, we should prevent any further opportunities to hurt Mr. Shang.

He gently placed the folder in his hand on the cabinet to the side. "This contains detailed medical records and a copy of the police report. In addition, there may be precautions and medication instructions for Mr. Shang after he wakes up, which are also inside."

Xie Jing nodded and didn't say anything more.

Lin Zhou bowed again, then quietly withdrew and closed the door behind him.

After Lin Zhou left, only the regular beeping of the medical equipment remained in the ward.

Xie Jing remained in the same position, silently watching Shang Song.

Not moving at all.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

At one moment, Shang Song first twitched his fingers, and then his eyelids trembled as he opened them.

All I could see was a hazy white.

Xie Jing immediately noticed that he was awake and leaned over, "Shang Song?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shang Song slightly turned his head and looked for a while before he could clearly see Xie Jing in the dim light.

His lips immediately trembled. "...Water."

Xie Jing immediately turned around to pour water, then carefully helped Shang Song up a little, propped up his head, and fed him the water.

Shang Song took a big gulp first, then another big gulp.

His lips pursed even more. After taking a small sip, he refused to drink any more, avoiding the glass. "...The water is bitter."

Then she looked at Xie Jing expectantly, "I want to eat oranges."

Xie Jing seemed to have thought of something, and paused slightly as he put down his water glass, replying, "Okay, I'll have someone bring it over."

Shang Song immediately added, "I want the sweetest one."

Xie Jing agreed, "Okay, I want the sweetest one."

He took his phone out of his pocket, edited a message and sent it, then got up and turned on the light in the ward.

The white light illuminated the dim room.

Shang Song unconsciously narrowed his eyes, and then saw clearly that his leg was in a cast.

He raised his hand again, realized that his left hand was receiving an IV drip, so he raised his right hand and touched his head.

I felt a layer of gauze, and hair along the edge of the gauze.

He asked, "Where's my hat?"

Xie Jing paused as she walked back to the bedside, the photos Lin Zhou had sent her flashing uncontrollably through her mind once again.

On the corner platform of the cement staircase, there were fruits, some broken and some whole, some stained with blood, and some wearing hats with bear ears.

Shang Song complained that the colorful bear hats in the drawer were childish, but he would always grab one and wear it whenever he went out.

Shang Song said that this was just to give him face.

"The hat..." Xie Jing walked back to Shang Song's bedside and sat down. "It might have fallen on the road, or... it might be with Xu Zhao and the others."

"Oh..." Shang Song murmured indistinctly, touching the gauze on his head, "It's so warm... I'm so glad I wore it..."

Xie Jing's breath hitched.

Yes, thank goodness I wore it.

What if I didn't wear it?

He walked over and gently touched Shang Song's uninjured temple. "Are you still dizzy? Is anything particularly painful? Do you feel nauseous?"

Shang Song felt a little better as he was touched, but his brows were still furrowed, and he complained softly, "Ugh... I still feel a bit nauseous, my feet hurt, and my whole body aches..."

His lips trembled again. "Orange, isn't she here yet?"

"Soon, just a little longer," Xie Jing coaxed patiently, then turned and picked up the water glass again, tested the water temperature, and held it to Shang Song's lips. "Want some more warm water?"

Shang Song took another small sip from his hand, then pouted in disgust, "It's bitter. Try it if you don't believe me."

He pushed the water glass towards Xie Jing.

Xie Jing obediently took a small sip; it tasted like ordinary boiled water.

He explained, "A mild concussion might cause a bitter taste in the mouth, which is a normal reaction and will subside in a couple of days."

Upon hearing this, Shang Song had a look of sudden realization: "Oh... I thought there was something wrong with the hospital's water."

Shang Song subconsciously raised his hand to touch his head again.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the ward door, and Lin Zhou walked in carrying an insulated bag.

There were clearly more than just oranges inside.

Lin Zhou put down the insulated bag, then lifted the small table that came with the hospital bed before taking out the food from the insulated bag and arranging it.

There were peeled orange segments, a bowl of light soup, and several delicate and appetizing dishes.

A bowl of vegetable porridge was Shang Song's, and a bowl of rice was Xie Jing's.

After arranging everything, Lin Zhou silently withdrew.

Xie Jing used a small silver fork to pick up a piece and held it to Shang Song's lips.

Shang Song was very satisfied to finally eat an orange.

"Is it sweet?" Xie Jing asked.

"Sweet!" Shang Song's eyes curved into a smile, but he pointed to his feet, "But my ankle hurts, it's a dull ache, and this bed isn't comfortable to sleep in."

"It will be a little uncomfortable to have a cast on. Just bear with it and you'll get used to it in a couple of days. You need to rest, avoid moving around, and don't think about things too much."

Xie Jing responded while scooping soup from the bowl to cool it down faster. "The bed is a bit hard, but it's good for your injury. If it's too uncomfortable, I'll have someone change it."

Shang Song picked up a small silver fork and stabbed an orange. "Changing beds at the hospital? That's too much trouble. After we finish eating, you can come up and lie down with me. That will be more comfortable, hehe."

Xie Jing stopped scooping soup, glanced at the hospital bed, and then looked at Shang Song, saying, "This bed is too small, and you're in a cast, it'll be too cramped."

Shang Song turned his head to look at the hospital bed beneath him; it was indeed a bit small.

But he is a patient now and can make any request.

He said matter-of-factly, "But I just want you to stay with me. It's tiring to sit. Come up to me later, squeeze in with me, I won't move around and won't bump my feet."