Lei Shuangcheng shrugged, "I don't know who it was, but he sat by Dr. Gu's bedside all night long."

"Lei Shuangcheng!"

Renault stood up suddenly, but because of the big movement, he pulled the wound and let out a hiss in pain.

Xu Bo quickly held him down, "Master, don't move!"

He shook his head distressedly, "You're already grown up, but you're still as reckless as when you were little..."

Uncle Xu took out the medicine box and applied medicine to him. The cold touch of the ointment made Renault frown.

The old man's rough fingers gently stroked his wound, his movements cautiously.

In a trance, Renault seemed to be back to that night twenty-two years ago.

The eight-year-old boy was covered in blood, but he gritted his teeth stubbornly and let Xu Bo bandage the wound on his forehead.

"Have you met Miss Youran?" Uncle Xu asked suddenly.

"She's married..."

Renault's voice was very soft, as if speaking to himself, "She married the man she loved."

“Snap—”

Xu Bo's hand stopped in mid-air, and the cotton swab broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The old man's eyes trembled slightly.

He looked at the child in front of him whom he had raised since childhood.

The mouth that was always stubbornly pursed was now eerily calm.

But Xu Bo knew that beneath this calmness lay a wound that had not healed in the past twenty-two years.

"If it hadn't happened that night..."

Uncle Xu closed the medicine box with trembling hands, "You and Miss Youran should..."

"Uncle Xu."

Renault suddenly interrupted him, his sharp eyes piercing him, "Twenty-two years ago, you really didn't find anything about the Gu and Lei family's annihilation case?"

"Bang—"

The medicine box fell heavily, and gauze and medicine bottles were scattered all over the floor.