After the nurse put the hospital gown on the patient, Song Yun finally saw the patient's face clearly. It was a very thin face, about forty years old, with scars on both sides of his face, which looked like whiplash. The scars were not very obvious, but you could see them if you looked closely.

"Thank you for your hard work." Song Yun thanked the nurse.

The nurse waved her hand and said, "No, no, I charged three times the fee, it's only right."

Song Yun once again expressed her admiration for Butler Bai's attentiveness and thoughtfulness. No wonder he had been able to serve as the butler in the manor for so long. He was indeed very capable.

The caregiver and the nurse put the patient on the bed and put him on an IV drip of nutrient solution. Then the three of them left the ward tacitly.

He Changzheng closed the door and looked around the ward. It was larger than the ordinary ward just now, but there was only one bed. The rest of the space was filled with a sofa, a small refrigerator, a desk, and a separate bathroom.

Song Yunqian sat down on the stool beside the bed and took the patient's pulse first.

The patient was in a state of extreme malnutrition and weakness, no wonder he suddenly fainted and no wonder he was given nutrient solution.

There is nothing wrong with his illness, but I just saw that his leg bones are abnormally bent. After a careful examination, I found that his tibia is dislocated. It must have been broken before, but without treatment, it grew crooked, so he is still a crooked person now.

I don’t know what his identity is or what mistake he made to have to endure so much inhuman torture.

"I'll wake him up first and ask him about the situation." Song Yun said to He Changzheng.

He Changzheng nodded, "Tuo."

Song Yun took out the needle bag and gave the man two injections.

The man quickly opened his eyes, and after his vision focused, he first saw Song Yun. His face was a little confused and he didn't react. But when he saw He Changzheng, he suddenly became excited, struggled to get up, opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything, and could only make a few strange noises.

At this time, a nurse came in to deliver a report. He Changzheng took it and handed it directly to Song Yun.

Song Yun glanced at the contents of the examination report, one of which was a report of severe damage to the vocal cords.

No wonder I'm speechless.

Seeing the man staring intently at He Changzheng, Song Yun asked doubtfully, "Does he know you?"

He Changzheng shook his head. "That's impossible. I've never been to Gangcheng before, and I really don't have any impression of his face."

The man was very anxious. He wanted to express something, but he couldn't speak. His face turned red and his hands were shaking with anxiety.

Song Yun suddenly asked, "Can you write?"

The man shook his head, looking frustrated.

Song Yun smiled and said, "No, I'll ask, and you just nod or shake your head."

The man nodded.

Song Yun pointed at He Changzheng and asked, "Do you know him?"

The man shook his head.

But there was anxiety in his eyes, as if he wanted to express something but couldn't.

Song Yun asked again: "Do you think he looks familiar? Does he look like someone you know?"

The man nodded, nodded frantically.

Song Yun looked at He Changzheng and asked, "Do you look like your father?"

He Changzheng reacted and shook his head, "I don't look like my dad, but I do look a lot like my eldest brother."

"What's your elder brother's name?" Song Yun asked.

He Changzheng looked at the man and said, "My eldest brother is He Changjiang. Do you know him?"

The man nodded vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes.

He Changzheng's expression suddenly became extremely excited. He rushed forward and asked anxiously, "My eldest brother, is he still alive?"

The man nodded, then shook his head.