"My head... it hurts."
Lin Dongxi struggled to prop herself up from the hospital bed, her face pale and weary as she asked:
"What happened?"
"You were attacked, your cervical vertebrae broken, and a large amount of blood-suppressing toxin was injected."
Chen Yuque wiped Lin Dongxi's face:
"Fortunately, it seems the attacker didn't intend to kill."
"I remember now."
In the ward, the Little Child exhaled a breath of turbid air and pulled out the tubes attached to her:
"It was unidentified individuals from out of town, hiding in a container."
"Hmm." Chen Yuque nodded: "The attack was aimed at our Hongji, just like what happened to Junior Brother. The investigation is still ongoing, but there are no leads."
Lin Dongxi tiredly rubbed her brow,
she had a congenital developmental halt, both her appearance and height remained at the level of a seven or eight-year-old,
