"Thank you...Jinzhi..." She felt pain in her hands and all over her body. As soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't stop crying. The joy of surviving the disaster filled her mind.

For a moment, my throat felt a little sore, and I felt like dying, but something was blocking my heart, and I felt a little wronged.

Xie Jinzhi saw Wen Ruanruan wake up and walked to the bedside. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some water?" Finally, he looked at the little girl's pale face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Perhaps it was because people tend to be sentimental when they are vulnerable, or perhaps it was because she was just like that. Wen Ruan choked with tears and cried, "Xie Jinzhi, I'm in so much pain, my whole body hurts..."

The girl's voice was trembling, and Xie Jinzhi felt a little flustered. He took a tissue and wiped the girl's tears: "Don't cry, okay? The police are here!" Xie Jinzhi's voice was gentle and affectionate, as if he was coaxing a child.

Police: "...Thank you for remembering me!"

Hearing this, Wen Ruan slowly turned her head and looked at the police: "Have you taken the statement? I hope you can find out if someone instructed you to do this."

Thinking of Li Jiaojiao's calmness these days, Wen Runruan had a bold guess in her heart. If it was really her, then she really was following the same path of death as the original owner.

The police officer looked at Wen Ruanruan's stiff movements and motioned her to stop. "Don't worry, we will definitely give you an explanation. You should take good care of your injuries first. It's a blessing that you brought bodyguards with you today, otherwise these two people might not be caught, and our workload would be even greater."

After that, the police told them to have a good rest and finally left. They also had to take statements from the witnesses present.

In the end, only Wen Ruan and Xie Jinzhi were left in the ward.