Garrison didn't answer.
His face was so pale it practically blended into the white wall behind him. His lips were pressed in a tight line, his gaze fixed straight ahead, neither dodging the cameras nor bowing his head.
There was no anger, fear, or remorse in his eyes—only a lingering calmness that remained after all other emotions had been drained away. It was as if he were looking at something very far away, entirely disconnected from the chaos in front of him.
Suddenly, an egg flew out from the crowd and smashed against his left temple.
The thick yolk oozed down his gaunt cheek, dripping onto the collar of his white shirt and leaving a pale yellow stain.
Next came wilted lettuce leaves, rotten vegetable stalks, and random trash hurled from every direction, raining down on him.
People in the crowd screamed curses. "Animal in a white coat!" "Experimenting on living people, does this guy even deserve to be a doctor?" "Monster!"
Garrison didn't flinch.
His hands were cuffed in front of him, making it impossible to even wipe the mess from his face.
But a second later, as if a sudden thought had crossed his mind, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.
That single smile seemed to infuriate someone. At the edge of the camera frame, a person shoved past the police tape and delivered a vicious kick right to his stomach.
The blow was precise and brutal. Garrison's body folded violently, his knees buckling as he nearly collapsed to the ground, his face instantly draining of all color.
His fingers curled instinctively, but the handcuffs jerked them back, preventing him from even clutching the source of his agonizing pain.
He stayed hunched over, the cold sweat on his forehead mixing with the egg yolk as it dripped down. His mouth parted and closed like a fish tossed onto the shore, in too much pain to even pull in a breath.
A buzz of chatter swept through the cafeteria.
Some people muttered that he deserved it, others whispered about how awful it looked, while a few pulled out their phones to snap pictures of the TV screen.



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