Li Zhi walked through the hospital's bustling hallway with a fruit basket in hand. His stride was firm and purposeful, with a clear destination in mind. A few distance away from him, people gathered in front of the large television, which was broadcasting a live report from a news anchor stationed outside the city bureau.
"It's him again," an elderly in his seventies commented.
"He's finally caught by the police?" another asked, a middle-aged man. "Poor him. Tsk tsk, after being on the run for seven years, in the end, he still ends up in jail."
"You can't say that for certain!" The auntie beside him protested. "Haven't you read the news? Everything he has done is for the greater good. Come on, who hasn't committed a crime back in the day? Just thinking of our society one decade ago is giving me goosebumps." She rubbed her arms with an apprehensive look.
"You're right…"
