Wang Zheng was sitting at the door of the emergency room, looking at the information about the "mouse" that had just been brought in.

After the medical staff came out and explained Zhou Hao's condition, he didn't presume to ask him to cast a Holy Light spell on Zhou Hao.

After all, they are professionals, and I, a self-taught "barefoot doctor," shouldn't go up and make things worse. It would only be embarrassing for me to reveal my meager pathological knowledge.

By the way, Zhou Hao is "Haozi's" real name.

Zhou Hao was born in 2003 and is a native of southern Beijing.

During the most turbulent years of his childhood, both his parents died in an accident, and he grew up alone in a special welfare institution, where he survived with the help of society.

He didn't continue his studies after graduating from junior high school. He didn't experience any natural awakening or receive gene injections. He lived a life of petty theft in the old town, relying on his family's dilapidated old house. He was imprisoned multiple times for theft.

He was just an ordinary, realistic person, barely surviving at the very bottom of society.

Wang Zheng didn't seem to have any particular feelings about this.

After all, if one wants to survive, in this environment where the pressure is even greater than on Earth in the previous life, it would be too easy for an orphan with no education or skills after graduating from junior high school, who spends his days idly and carelessly without anyone taking care of him, to go astray.

Wang Zheng casually tossed these useless documents aside, then closed his eyes to rest and wait for the other party to wake up.

Unexpectedly, this wait lasted for several hours.

During this time, Wang Zheng never left. His meals were brought to him by his devoted fan, Li Li. In the end, Dang Liantao and Shan Changxu, who were still in the underground bar in the old city and processing the beast meat, returned. Zhou Hao still hadn't woken up.

Medical staff told Wang Zheng that this was the body's self-protection mechanism. Zhou Hao's physical condition had been very poor before, and his nerves had been constantly tense. Only after he relaxed did he remain unconscious.

Actually, it's nothing serious. As long as you get enough rest, you'll wake up on your own.

When Dang Liantao returned and didn't see Wang Zheng in the lab, he went to the hospital.

He told Wang Zheng that the meat had been sent for testing and the results would be available soon. He added that Wang Zheng might need to go and test it later.

Wang Zheng nodded in agreement, thinking that waiting was pointless anyway. Since Dang Liantao had returned, he would let Zhou Hao ask him himself when he woke up this week. As long as he knew the specific results, that would be enough for him.

Just as Wang Zheng was about to go to the laboratory with Dang Liantao, coincidentally, Zhou Hao woke up right after he was about to leave.

Knowing that the other person had woken up, and in order to soothe their emotions, Dang Liantao quickly took Wang Zheng inside, while the others watched the surveillance footage in the ward from outside.

His exact words were:

“Wang Zheng, you knew him beforehand, and you were the one who rescued him. You have a natural advantage over us and feel more comfortable with him. You are the one who should take on this mission.”

Then, ignoring Wang Zheng's attempts to refuse, he pushed him directly into the ward.

Wang Zheng didn't know what he was up to, or if he was just tired and wanted to slack off, but in the end he still went in with a long face.

The healers in the ward had already left, and when Wang Zheng entered, he saw that Zhou Hao's complexion had improved considerably.

The broken legs were fixed in place with plaster casts, and Wang Zheng stepped forward without hesitation, immediately casting a beam of holy light over them.

Then, watching his slowly rising stamina and his dazed expression, he spoke directly:

"Tell me, how did you end up like this? What's it like in that underground bar? I think you should know something about it."

Although Zhou Hao saw that Wang Zheng's face was black, he still kept his eyes darting around without saying a word, and his face would occasionally flash with a look of fear, looking just like a groundhog that had been scared out of its wits.

Wang Zheng understood all too well what this kind of person was thinking.

It's nothing more than the fear that if they reveal information, they'll offend others and ultimately have to bear the consequences.

But does Young Master Wang really look so easy to talk to?

Or does this rat think it doesn't matter if it offends Wang Zheng?

Wang Zheng had neither the inclination nor the interest to beat around the bush, so he said directly:

"You should know my personality very well. I won't force you if you don't want to cooperate. But I found a lot of pieces of meat soaking in blood in that bar. Do you want to eat them yourself, or do you want me to force them on you?"

Seemingly recalling Wang Zheng's brutality, or perhaps frightened by his words, the "rat" covered its head and shrank into the blankets, burying its head in the sand like an ostrich.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Wang Zheng's lips. He then pulled off Zhou Hao's blanket, took out a digital watch he had bought at the supermarket before, set a 30-second countdown, and placed it in front of Zhou Hao.

"If you cannot give me a satisfactory answer within 30 seconds, you will bear the consequences!"

"Wow!!!!!"

Looking at Wang Zheng's fierce expression, and then at the pink pig on the digital watch that seemed to be mocking him, Zhou Hao was overcome with grief and burst into tears.

Wang Zheng, on the other hand, frowned, his face revealing a fierce look.

"Cry? Crying has to be timed!"