Mild concussion, right ulnar styloid fracture, patella fracture.
Upon seeing these diagnosis papers, Lin Guoping's vision darkened, his legs went weak, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
Zhang Jiani lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, devoid of the arrogance she had that morning. Her eyeholes were red and swollen, and her arm was already in a cast.
Lin Yan looked through the window of the ward and felt somewhat self-blaming for being overzealous.
The posts on the forum had affected her mindset, making her actions rash; she had been too impulsive.
The Zhang parents glared at Lin Yan with piercing eyes, as if trying to flay someone's heart bare.
Mother Zhang spoke with disdain, "You girl, you really went for the jugular. What sort of deep hatred did you have to push my perfectly fine daughter down the stairs? How could you be so malicious? We'll definitely pursue this matter to the end."
