The corridor was buzzing with activity. The hospital dean hurried over with several nurses to escort away the small bruised doctor who had been beaten.
Only a few of them remained outside the hospital room, a heavy atmosphere silently pervading the air.
Ah Dong and Yong Mo stood side by side at the window, their eyes fixated unblinkingly on Fei Zi. Below their eye sockets, it seemed as though there were flickering teardrops.
Yang Yuhuan's mouth began to ramble again, but it was unclear whether he was addressing Fei Zi or himself.
"Remember how we all grew up together, tormenting little girls, fighting, collecting protection money, and poking fun at our leader when we were kids."
"As we grew older, we all got busy. We didn't have as much time together, but we would still gather for a casual drink and practice martial arts whenever possible."
His stifled voice clearly found its way into everyone's ears.
