She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

At midnight, the operating room lights finally went out.

Chen Yingsheng, dressed in a sterile suit, came out first, taking off his mask as he approached.

Han Xi and Fang Li immediately stood up from their chairs.

"How is it?" Fang Li asked.

Chen Yingsheng frowned slightly and said, "This was Yang Miao's first time using it, and he had an allergic reaction, which caused him to go into shock. Fortunately, the amount he inhaled was not large, and nitrous oxide is different from traditional drugs; it is metabolized faster. He is fine now."

Fang Li breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Han Xi beside her.

Han Xi's expression turned serious, and he asked, "What kind of aftereffects will there be?"

Chen Yingsheng had been troubled by this, and after a pause, he said truthfully, "Everyone's constitution is different, and the aftereffects will also be different. Judging from Yang Miao's situation, she may experience some obvious withdrawal symptoms in the next period of time. Compared with physical symptoms, the neurological and psychological pain is more troublesome."

Chen Yingsheng's words left the group in silence for a long time.

Seeing Han Xi's deep and brooding expression, and the uncontrollable aura of violence emanating from him, Fang Li silently tightened her grip on his hand.

After a moment, he furrowed his brow, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and looked at Chen Yingsheng opposite him again.

Where is Lin Mo?

Chen Yingsheng: "I have three broken ribs and a minor fracture in my left forearm, which will take some time to recover. As for the rest, they are just soft tissue contusions. I will be fine after a few days of rest when the swelling goes down."

The atmosphere in the corridor was rather quiet.

Yang Miao, a girl who is not yet eighteen years old, has suffered such a terrible thing, and it will probably leave a shadow in her heart for the rest of her life.

In particular, the person who caused her to get it was her classmate.

Several people were standing in the corridor when suddenly a series of footsteps came from the other side of the corridor.

"Miaomiao! Where's Miaomiao?!"

Fang Li turned her head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a green sterile suit underneath a black coat.

He looked to be in his forties, of medium build, with jet-black hair combed back in a fluffy style. He wore rimless glasses on his high nose and even surgical slippers. He rushed over in a panic.

"Dean Yang?"

Upon hearing Chen Yingsheng's address, Fang Li immediately made a guess.

Sure enough, the next moment Han Xi beside her also nodded slightly to the man.

The man rushed over and grabbed Han Xi's arm, asking, "Where's Miaomiao? How is she? How could she... how could she have aspirated something...?"

"Brother-in-law."

The visitor was none other than Yang Wenyuan, Han Miao's father and Han Xi's cousin-in-law.

Yang Wenyuan is not a doctor at the International Medical Center, but the director of cardiac surgery at the Fourth Military Hospital. He has two international medical patents, which is why he was promoted to vice president.

Yang Wenyuan wasn't very tall, probably less than 1.8 meters, and when he stood in front of Han Xi, he could barely reach the corner of Han Xi's eyebrow.

As he spoke, a deep dimple on his left cheek became faintly visible, making him appear even more gentle: "Xiujin, where is Miaomiao?"

"Still in the operating room."

As Han Xi was speaking, the operating room door opened, and several medical staff pushed Yang Miao toward the ward.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wenyuan immediately released Han Xi and rushed over.

Fang Li and Han Xi followed closely behind, helping to push the hospital bed towards the ward.

On the hospital bed, Yang Miao's face was deathly pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and she had an oxygen tube inserted into her nose.

"Miaomiao? Daughter, open your eyes and look, it's me, Daddy. Miaomiao?"

Yang Miao lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and showed no reaction.

Chen Yingsheng, who was standing to the side, sighed: "Dean Yang, the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet."

Yang Wenyuan: "......."

As an internationally renowned cardiac surgeon, Yang Wenyuan believed he possessed professional ethics, but at this moment... all the professionalism and composure he displayed in front of the patient's family disappeared.

He wasn't Director Yang from the hospital; he was just a father, a father who worried about his daughter.

A group of people pushed the hospital bed into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, Yang Wenyuan's eyes were filled with pain and anger: "Who? Which bastard did this to Miaomiao?!"

Fang Li looked at Han Xi.

Han Xi pursed his lips: "The people have been caught. Three of them are her classmates, and a few others are thugs. Except for the ones who were seriously injured, the others are now at the police station."

"You mean, she's her classmate...?" Yang Wenyuan asked in surprise.

Han Xi nodded silently.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and the group of people escorted Yang Miao back to her hospital room.

Just after settling Yang Miao in, Han Xi received a call from the police station.

The other party wanted them to give a statement and identify the suspect.

Han Xi hung up the phone, turned to Yang Wenyuan and said, "I'll leave Yang Miao here to you for now. I'm going to the police station first."

Yang Wenyuan waved his hand, his gaze never leaving Yang Miao on the hospital bed, "Go quickly, go quickly."

After saying that, he looked up at her as if remembering something, and said angrily, "Remember not to let those bastards get away with this! They dared to hurt Miaomiao as her classmates, who knows who they might hurt in the future. This time, we must teach them a lesson!"

Han Xi nodded. "Don't worry, Deng Xiulin is in the past. This matter won't end well."

After leaving the hospital, Han Xi and Fang Li drove to the Chengbei Branch of the Public Security Bureau.

The International Medical Center is not far from the Chengbei Branch Bureau. After getting on the ring road, it takes less than ten minutes for the car to enter the Chengbei Branch Bureau's compound.

As soon as the two got out of the car, someone came to greet them.

It was Deng Xiulin who arrived before them.

Fang Li nodded to Deng Xiulin, and he nodded slightly in return; the two exchanged greetings.

The three of them then walked toward the police station. Deng Xiulin said, "I have already found out the details. Yang Miao's three classmates are Yan Haoyu, a top student in the same grade but in a different class, and the other two girls are Yang Miao's classmates and roommates. One is named Fu Ziyan, and the other is named Liu Na."

"As for those thugs who call themselves the Five Tigers of the North City, they are actually employees of a construction and demolition company. The company happens to be located near Peking University. They usually hang out in bars near Peking University after get off work. Over the years, quite a few girls have fallen victim to their crimes."

"Then what is their relationship with that Yan Haoyu?" Fang Li asked, puzzled. "Judging from the boy's tone, it's obvious that this isn't the first time he's done this. He must know those thugs."

Deng Xiulin looked at Fang Li and nodded: "Not bad."

The three stood in the police station lobby. Deng Xiulin said, "The laughing gas was obtained by Yan Haoyu. According to those thugs, Yan Haoyu took the initiative to approach them and asked them to give him 30% of the profits every time they succeeded, as long as they cooperated with him."

"As for where Yan Haoyu got these things, we still don't know. Those thugs said that Yan Haoyu always took the initiative to invite them. Many girls at school were tricked by him and forced to take drugs. After taking drugs, they let him do whatever he wanted. Afterwards, those girls didn't dare to tell their families. When they had cravings, they would secretly go to him in private."

“Yan Haoyu has been doing this on and off for more than a year. He must have made a lot of money in the past year. When those thugs saw that following him was profitable, the relationship between them gradually became more than just a partnership. They would often get together to drink in private.”