"Tianyu, go contact someone in Jinling who is close to Tiancong and see if anyone knows what happened!" Du Zhengxu said, turning to Du Tianyu after the director and medical staff had left the hospital room.
"Dad, I've already called around, but no one knows why! A Martial Artist… How could Tiancong have possibly provoked a Martial Artist?" Du Tianyu replied, her voice filled with anxiety as she bit her lip.
"A Martial Artist? What Martial Artist? I don't care if he's a Martial Artist or not! Du Zhengxu, I'm telling you, no matter who it is, we *must* get revenge for Tiancong! Send someone to Jinling right now! Immediately! Have that bastard who hurt Tiancong dragged to Shanghai!" a middle-aged woman shrieked hoarsely, apparently unable to register the profound fear on Du Zhengxu and Du Tianyu's faces. She had walked over to Du Tiancong's bedside, caressing his pale face that filled her with heartache.
