Judgment
"Ah! Fire! It's so hot! It's so hot!"
"Open the door! Let me out! Please, open the door!"
He felt as if he were really in that sea of fire, feeling the burning pain from the fire on his skin, and the thick smoke filling his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He struggled and cried, unable to tell whether it was an illusion or reality.
This scene did not appear in the live broadcast room.
But everyone knows that God's punishment has come.
After solving the culprit, Zhong Ling's gaze returned to Li Jianjun: "Get up."
Li Jianjun got up from the ground and looked at Zhong Ling.
"As for your wish..."
Zhong Ling didn't say anything more, just stretched out her hand and gently flicked in one direction.
Shangjing First Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.
The instrument alarm suddenly sounded.
Several doctors and nurses' faces changed drastically and they rushed in immediately.
"The patient's vital signs have disappeared!"
"The heart stopped beating!"
"Prepare for defibrillation!"
The attending physician was about to give an order when a nurse pointed at the bed and exclaimed.
“Look!”
Everyone looked over.
I saw the patient, whose whole body was wrapped in gauze, with tubes connected to various instruments falling off one by one.
His charred and carbonized skin was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the smooth and healthy new skin underneath.
From head to toe, flesh and blood are reborn.
But in just a dozen seconds, a severely burned patient recovered completely to normal.
His chest began to rise and fall steadily, and on the monitor, the straight line turned into ripples.
In the entire intensive care unit, all the medical staff were petrified, wondering if they were dreaming.
After a few seconds, Li Mingzhang slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the ceiling blankly, raised his hands, and saw a pair of intact hands with distinct joints.
He survived?
No! Where are his burns???
At the same time, Li Jianjun's cell phone rang in the live broadcast room.
It's the hospital calling.
He answered the call and was stunned when he heard the good news from the other end of the phone.
The next second, the man could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
He kept kowtowed in front of the screen, not caring even though his forehead was bleeding.
"Thank you, Master Zhong, thank you, Master Zhong!"
The matter was over, and Zhong Ling cut off the connection.
"Next."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's face appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.
It was a very pretty face, but now it was covered with bruises and purple scars. The left corner of her eye was swollen, almost into a slit, and the corner of her mouth was also broken, with blood scabs.
She seemed to be very afraid of the camera, her eyes were evasive, her body was shaking slightly, and her hands were tightly twisted together.
"Holy crap! Did he get hit in the face? Who did this?"
"Oh my god, sister, are you okay? Have you called the police?!"
"It hurts just looking at it. How deep of a grudge must this be to beat someone like this?"
"Mr. Zhong, hurry up and help her!"
The woman's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound because of fear.
Zhong Ling did not urge her.
After a long time, the woman finally prepared herself mentally and mustered up the courage to speak: "Master Zhong... I... My name is Chen Hui, and I was beaten by my husband..."
That one sentence seemed to have drained all her strength.
"He...he often beats me." Chen Hui's tears flowed uncontrollably, and the injuries on her face looked shocking.
"Whenever he's unhappy, drinks too much, or gets mad at someone outside, he comes home and takes it out on me."
"I ran. I wanted to escape, but he...he threatened me with my parents and my brother. He said that if I dared to run, my whole family would be in turmoil."
"I also thought about divorce," Chen Hui said desperately. "I went there several times, but every time I got to that point, he would kneel on the ground and cry, slap himself, saying that he was wrong and that he would never dare to do it again, and begging me to forgive him.
Seeing him like that, those people tried to persuade me, saying that he still had me in his heart, that we still had feelings for each other, and that they should give him another chance, and then they wouldn’t do it for us.”
The barrage in the live broadcast room completely exploded.
"Fuck! What kind of beast is this?!"
"Threatening my family? Is he from the underworld?"
"The most disgusting thing is the way he knelt down and begged for mercy. This kind of person is a typical bully!"
"And those who are trying to smooth things over, what do you mean by still having feelings? This is an attempted murder! You are accomplices!"
"Sister, don't be afraid. With Zhong Shen here, no one can stop you from getting a divorce today!"
Zhong Ling's expression remained unchanged. She simply asked calmly, "Where is he?"
Chen Hui was stunned for a moment, then answered subconsciously, "He...he should be at the old bar, drinking with his friends."
Zhong Ling nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
She raised her hand and tapped the air lightly.
The picture in the live broadcast room changed again. The picture of Zhong Ling on the left remained unchanged, while the picture of Chen Hui on the right was compressed into a corner, and the main picture became a bar box.
The box was filled with smoke and several men were drinking and playing finger-guessing games.
One of them, with a face full of fat, was Chen Hui’s husband, Zhou Kai.
Zhou Kai drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and boasted loudly about his great achievements to his friends around him. A yellow-haired man next to him kept flattering him.
There was a burst of laughter in the box.
However, they didn't know that their ugly faces were being presented to netizens through live broadcast.
The people in the live broadcast room wanted to cut Zhou Kai into pieces.
"Zhong Shen..." Chen Hui murmured hoarsely, "I don't have any other wishes. I just want to leave him. I just want him to disappear completely from my world."
Zhong Ling looked at her and nodded slightly.
"As you wish."
The moment the words fell, Zhou Kai in the bar box suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if he was being stared at by something.
He was about to turn back, but found that his body was out of control.
He fell to his knees with a plop.
The laughter in the box stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at him in confusion.
"Brother Kai, what are you doing? The ground is cold." Huangmao reached out to help him.
But Zhou Kai seemed to be nailed to the ground and couldn't get up.
Then, in front of everyone's astonished eyes, he raised his hands and began to slap himself hard left and right.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
Each slap was delivered with full force, crisp and loud.
"I was wrong! I'm not a human! I'm a beast!" Zhou Kai slapped her while wailing loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Wife, I was wrong! Please forgive me! I won't dare to do it again! Please, give me another chance!"
His friends were all stunned.
"Brother Kai, are you possessed?"
"Are you crazy? Your sister-in-law is not here!"
But Zhou Kai seemed to be completely deaf to all this. He just kept repeating the actions of kneeling, kowtowing, slapping himself in the face, and crying for mercy.
He wanted to stop, but his body was like a puppet with a set program, mechanically executing the "confession" process that he was most familiar with over and over again.
Zhong Ling then said, "From now on, whenever he has the urge to hit someone, he will kneel down, kowtow, and slap himself."
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