Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 726 Cleaning the Wound
Time passed second by second, the cold wind was biting, and the floor tiles were icy cold.

Two hours later, the woman holding the child finally crawled the entire journey on her knees, just as she had agreed with Chen Shu beforehand.

The crowd that had been surrounding them suddenly erupted in cheers of victory and thunderous applause, as if they had won a great victory.

Meanwhile, media reporters, having received the news, swarmed to the scene like flies drawn to food, eager to interview the seemingly foolish mother who had knelt and crawled on the street in order to get money for her child's medical treatment, supposedly at the cruel request of a wealthy heir.

The woman, who was so exhausted that she was barely clinging to life, calmed down and acted as if nothing was wrong when she saw the reporters she had always longed to see.

Back then, when she was destitute and had nowhere else to turn, she visited these self-proclaimed recorders of the times, observers of society, and defenders of fairness and justice, hoping to get a little help and to make her cry for help through the media.

As a result, no one was able to give a direct response.

The call went through, but in the end, all they could do was tell her to wait for a call to come home.

After making many calls, I've also encountered some kind-hearted people. After the usual indifferent official response, they subtly indicated that there are too many and too common cases of people dying due to inadequate medical care these days, and for media outlets that prioritize traffic and trending topics, these cases no longer have any value for reporting.

Tell her not to waste any more time and energy.

The woman eventually understood these things.

Therefore, the abundance of flashes and cameras around her did not make her feel pampered.

With the help of a kind woman, the woman, holding her child, stood up, bowed deeply to the crowd standing nearby, and softly said thank you a few times.

After a brief celebration, people suddenly realized a rather important problem.

"The man ran away!"

"But I smashed a brick at him!"

Several young men who were keeping watch squeezed into the crowd, pointed in the direction of the original hospital entrance, and shouted loudly, panting.

With a whoosh, the crowd erupted in chaos!

People suddenly became flustered, looking around for the man.

"Garbage! The worst of the worst!"

"You're the kind of person who'd get struck by lightning if they went out! They even lied to women and children who are in such dire straits!"

"Shameless! You son without an anus!"

Some people pointed at the young men on duty and yelled, "Useless! They didn't even keep a proper watch! One brick? At least ten bricks would be enough to vent our anger!"

Some called the police, some watched the spectacle, some egged on the crowd, and some even broadcast live. The scene was truly chaotic, with all sorts of noise mixed together, creating a maddeningly noisy environment.

"woo"

"Woo."

"woooooo"

The woman, holding her child, collapsed to the ground, crying helplessly. Tears streamed down her face like a torrential downpour, her sobs trembling and conveying her inner anguish.

She wasn't sad about the 20,000 yuan the man promised; she was heartbroken by the fading hope of recovery and her young, seriously ill daughter in her arms.

Gradually, the surrounding noise subsided, and people showed deep sympathy.

Some people silently shed tears, while others gazed tenderly at the pitiful mother and daughter.

A long line of people stood at the entrance of the neon-lit bar, and apart from the faint sounds of dancing coming from inside, the place was quiet.

Only the woman's deeply wounded sobs remained.

Her despair and helplessness seemed to transform into an invisible force, like a breeze, touching the hearts of everyone present.

Some people approached and gently patted the woman's back, trying to offer a little comfort; others took out their phones, filmed the moment, and posted it online to garner more attention and help.

People were extremely disappointed, then anger surged, and many pointed in the direction the rich kid had fled, cursing him. "Fuck you!"

"Dead turtle, rotten tortoise!"

"That scoundrel is handsome, but his heart is filthy, damn it!"

The young men who were initially guarding the rich kid met privately and all blamed themselves for not catching the guy who had given birth to a child without an anus.

Only the young man who claimed to have injured the so-called rich second-generation with a brick stood in the corner, seemingly lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" asked a concerned person.

The young man realized something was wrong and asked his companion in confusion, "I don't understand, why was that person laughing when we threw stones at him?"

The busybody took a half step back, crossed his arms, and said, "Is this person a masochist? Now that you mention it, it does seem rather scary."

The young man shook his head, recalling the scene from that time.

The man kept smiling, though it was a soft laugh, but it felt like a complete transformation, making people feel relaxed and at ease.

The smile contained both relief and sadness, like a flower petal gently falling after blooming, carrying a touch of tenderness in its separation, yet ultimately falling helplessly to the ground.

Chen Shu sat in the hospital's waiting area, scrolling through his phone while waiting for his number to be called.

The phone screen showed a location outside a bar in Kunming.

People were talking around a woman holding a child, but they were all very considerate, offering her water and food, and one woman even brought out her own blanket.

Although it was very noisy around, the child in the woman's arms slept soundly, showing no signs of being disturbed by the outside world.

"Oh, you're watching this news too? Let me tell you, this rich kid is a heartless bastard. This woman's child has cancer and they don't have money for treatment. They're so pitiful, and he's still thinking about scamming people?"

A young nurse carrying a metal tray full of bandages, adhesive tape, and iodine came over. Seeing the contents of Chen Shu's phone, she said with a heavy heart.

She then gestured for Chen Shu to follow her to the treatment room.

Perhaps she had never seen such a shameless person in the video before. The nurse walked and cursed, her face flushed with anger, looking indignant.

“This is such a young child. This isn’t just not giving money, it’s completely crushing a person’s hope.” As she spoke, the little girl’s eyes reddened and tears streamed down her face.

Chen Shu didn't say anything, but he was inwardly impressed by the kindness of young people these days.

After waiting in the treatment room for a while, a female doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses came in, took the disposable medical supplies from the nurse, and began to clean Chen Shu's wound.

Smelling the alcohol on Chen Shu, the female doctor casually remarked, "You guys should go home early after drinking. Look at that piece of paper on the wall, how do you read it again?"

Chen Shu glanced at the wall and saw a propaganda poster put up by the local police.

The main headline reads: "Don't Fight: Losing a Fight Means Hospitalization, Winning Means Jail Time," followed by a red subheading: "Fighting is Costly, Be Careful When You Take Action."

Then came a list of four detailed points:
1. Cost of fighting resulting in minor injuries: 5-15 days of detention, a fine of 500-1000 yuan, medical expenses, lost wages, and lost wages due to detention;
2. Costs of fighting resulting in minor injuries: imprisonment of up to 3 years, compensation, medical expenses, lost wages, and lost wages due to imprisonment, plus the impact on children's employment.
3. Costs of serious injury in a fight: 3-10 years imprisonment, compensation, medical expenses, lost wages, and lost wages due to imprisonment, plus the impact on children's employment.
In conclusion: Never let tears of regret fall to the ground.

Horizontal scroll: The police are open 24/7, but you'd better not patronize them.

"Ha." Chen Shu couldn't help but laugh after reading it, thinking that the guy who could write such a touching slogan was really good.

"Don't move!" The female doctor gently patted Chen Shu's shoulder. "I'm stitching him up. I won't be responsible if I make a mistake."

Chen Shu glanced at her and realized that the female doctor who was cleaning his wound was actually quite young, probably in her early twenties, and perhaps a student who had just graduated from medical school for her internship.

Because he was wearing glasses, he was mistaken for an experienced old doctor. So Chen Shu sat still and waited obediently.

After all, those hands really don't have eyes; you get hurt for nothing.

(End of this chapter)