Jiang Zishi shot a venomous glare at Jiang Yihua, who had woken up at some point and was now watching coldly from the sidelines. The fire in his heart burned so fiercely it felt like it could consume him entirely.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he was led away.
Among the many sent-down youth who had come to register for the exam, people hailed from every corner of Xiahua. There was no shortage of applicants from the Capital City, or even from the Kyoto General Hospital's own residential compound.
His scheme had failed, and his reputation was in tatters. A black mark might even be placed on his permanent record. What future could he possibly have now?
In this era, the crackdown on malicious criminals was severe, especially on vicious individuals who incited public opinion.
