The sun is shining brightly, and the spring breeze gently caresses the land.
Yellowish-green grass buds push through the soil, and tender leaves are ready to unfurl.
Du Qiang clasped his hands behind his back: "Speaking of Tian Zhuang's matters, it's just trivial stuff. He's in the ICU, and his brother went to the orange grove."
"I suppose this is the only way to find peace for many years."
The disarray in Tian Zhuang's family was something Lu Cheng used to avoid at all costs, and now he couldn't even muster any sympathy: "Uncle Du, you're quite unlucky yourself."
"What's the hospital's plan for Tian Zhuang's follow-up?"
Tian Zhuang is on staff, and he didn't do anything wrong. Even if it was a knife fight, it was self-defense, since the other party struck first. Tian Zhuang ended up in the ICU, while the other party only suffered minor injuries.
Under such circumstances, the law can't hold Tian Zhuang accountable, and the hospital can't dismiss him.
