A flushed Chen Yu rushed to the trauma surgery department.
She had just stepped off the staircase onto the second floor when she heard loud slapping sounds.
Chen Yu followed the sound with her eyes and saw a woman in her forties in the family waiting area, slapping a young man dressed in a motorcycle racing suit.
The young man stood obediently before the woman, head bowed, letting her slap him across the face again and again.
"Alright, now is not the time to be taking your anger out on him."
Approaching them, Chen Yu tried to intervene. She then noticed that the young man's clothes were torn at the knees and elbows, with blood seeping through.
"You're injured too?"
"Go to the first floor for a check-up and have a nurse treat your wounds."
The young man shook his head, his face half-red and swollen. "It's just some scrapes. It's nothing, I can bear it."
"I want to stay here and wait for Jiao to come out."
