During the lunch break, a gentleman visited the nurses' station at the care ward looking for Wen Changling.
"Miss Wen, right?"
The gentleman was smartly dressed in a suit and shoes, adorned with cufflinks and a tie clip.
Wen Changling did not recognize this gentleman, "I am, may I ask who you are?"
"Mr. Zheng Lvhong is my client; he asked me to pass on a message to you," he relayed faithfully, "There's more to your brother's case than meets the eye."
Wen Changling took three hours off and made her way to the prison where Zheng Lvhong was serving his sentence.
She picked up the phone, looking through the soundproof glass at Zheng Lvhong in his prison uniform, "What hidden truth?"
Zheng Lvhong had fresh and old scars on his neck, "Promise me something first." His eyes were bloodshot, "Find a way to get me medical bail, I need to get my eyes treated."
"I can, as long as what you're about to say is valuable."
