Chen Yu's brows furrowed tightly as he subconsciously placed his hand on Wu Xiaoxuan's pulse.
Her vital functions and physical condition were almost the same as a normal person's, the only exception being that her brain nerves were in extreme disorder, posing the risk of brain death at any moment.
How could a person who was paralyzed in bed, without even a sense of self, possibly have taken out a loan?
In a daze, Chen Yu suddenly noticed a patch of red ink on Wu Xiaoxuan's finger that hadn't been properly wiped away.
At that moment, he seemed to understand something and quickly checked the other patients, shockingly finding that many of them had the same red mark on their hands as Wu Xiaoxuan.
Chen Yu suddenly turned around, smiling at the middle-aged man before pinching his collapsed shoulder.
"If I'm not mistaken, you pressed their fingerprints without their knowledge, scanned their facial information, and then took out loans, didn't you?"
