Fang Weiguo couldn't help but speak.
"I know you're all well-intentioned, and I'm very, very grateful to you. Truly. But right now, I can't think about anything else; I just want him to pay the price for becoming this kind of person."
At the end, Mai Encui unconsciously clenched her hand, conveying a hint of gnashing her teeth.
An emotional reaction, instead, reassures people.
"Click."
The door to the ward suddenly opened, attracting the attention of several people.
The one who came in was not medical staff, but... Fu Zili.
"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan."
He was holding a bouquet of flowers, first greeting Mr. and Mrs. Fang, then looking at Zhang Zhongquan on the hospital bed, silently walking over and placing the flowers on the nightstand.
"Something newsworthy just happened in Sha City."
Fu Zili straightened his posture and spoke.
Fang Weiguo showed a hint of confusion.
News?
The hospital is not a place to listen to news.
And right now, no one is in the mood for this.
