The people in the ward found it hard to believe the story. After hearing the story from her, they assumed that the cat's owner had seen the incident but did not show up because he was afraid that he could not stand a chance against the gang of people. He could only help Jiang Yao by sending out his cat to scratch Zhao Zhuangzong.
After thinking for a while, everyone nodded. "We do need to thank the owner. Although he didn't show up, he didn't just act like a bystander and did lend his help. Later, I will go around and ask the neighbors if they have a cat."
Mrs. Lu's words were also the thoughts of all the adults in the room. Surprisingly, no one realized Jiang Yao had described the little thing who helped her as a kitten. Let's perceive this with our sense of logic, how could a normal little kitten scratch the face of a grown-up man?
Upon knowing that Jiang Yao had encountered a mishap, Lu Xingzhi did not even have time to arrange the duties in his troop and insisted on taking leave no matter what. Then, he flew straight back to town, took the cab that Lu Haixing had arranged for him, and rushed to the hospital of the town.
By the time he arrived, it was already about 5 o'clock in the morning the next day and the sun had just risen. The corridor in the hospital was quiet, with no one awake yet.
Lu Xingzhi walked straight into Jiang Yao's ward. Jiang Yao was the only one in the ward and she was lying on her stomach. It was perhaps due to the pain in her back, causing her to be unable to sleep well. The sound of the door opening woke her up. She opened her eyes slowly, blurrily turned her head around, and looked at the man who entered.
No one else was in the ward. Jiang Yao had asked everyone to go back home last night and to only deliver breakfast to her the next morning. The extra beds provided by the hospital were hard and narrow. Typically, adults would have trouble sleeping and would be unable to have a good night's sleep by putting up with the poor circumstances.
"Did I wake you up? Or did you not sleep at all throughout the night?" Lu Xingzhi put down the luggage that he was holding and strode towards her. "Does it hurt? How bad are your wounds?"
He walked to her and had a closer look. Jiang Yao's face was still obviously reddish and swollen. There were even bruises on the corner of her lips. Lu Xingzhi's fists, which were hanging beside him, clenched and loosen up before clinching up again.
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