Zhonglou District's Fourth Hospital.
Liu Yong almost lost his life from Jian Ai's beating. When he was sent to the hospital, he was already on his last breath. He had been hospitalized for a few days now and only woke up this afternoon.
On the hospital bed, a thick layer of gauze was wrapped around his head, revealing only two eyes whose swelling had just subsided. His neck was stiff, and Liu Yong couldn't move even though he wanted to.
On the chair at the side sat a middle-aged woman who was covering her face and crying. Although the woman was almost forty years old, she had maintained her looks well and was still charming. It was just that her heart ached for her injured and unconscious son. She even washed her face with tears every day. As such, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was filled with fatigue.
The man standing in front of the window glared at her impatiently and said unhappily, "Alright, stop crying!"
