With Lin Fan's single tap, the crazed boy clawing at his own eyeballs immediately lost consciousness, collapsing onto the bed, his hands naturally falling aside. Bloodstains lingered on his fingertips, and fresh blood seeped from the bandages over his eyes, making for a horrifying sight.
The middle-aged woman had already collapsed on the ground, crying loudly. It was only when she saw her son go still that she quieted down, instinctively raising her eyes to look at Lin Fan.
Seeing that Lin Fan was an unfamiliar young man, the middle-aged woman hesitated. Who was this person?
Then she saw Boss Fang walk over.
Boss Fang looked at her and said, "He's the Dr. Lin I told you about."
Coming to her senses, the middle-aged woman got up from the ground and grabbed Lin Fan's hand. "Dr. Lin, what's wrong with my son? Can he be cured?"
Lin Fan replied, "Auntie, don't worry yet. Let me take a look first."
