The hospital has scheduled surgery for Wei Zilin tomorrow morning. Wei Zilin has now regained consciousness, but his mind is still foggy, and he belatedly recalls what happened last night.
Wei Zilin was terrified and tried to run away, not even realizing where he was. But as soon as he moved his hands and legs, excruciating pain shot through him. "Ah...ah...it hurts so much!" Wei Zilin cried out in agony.
Wei Xiongjie and Zhao Lihua, who had just returned from the doctor's office, heard Wei Zilin shouting from inside the ward. The couple quickly opened the door and went in. Zhao Lihua went to the bedside and said, "Zilin, you're finally awake! What are you shouting about?"
When Wei Zilin saw that the people who came were his parents, he realized that he was not at home. "Mom and Dad, I'm in so much pain. My hands and legs hurt so much, and my face hurts so much too."
Wei Xiongjie walked to the bedside. "Zilin, don't move. Your hands and legs are broken, and your face is covered in injuries. The doctor has scheduled your surgery for tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing his father say that his hands and legs were broken, Wei Zilin recalled the scene from the previous night when his mouth was gagged and his hands and legs were broken with a wooden stick. Wei Zilin couldn't help but tremble. It was too terrifying. Even though he couldn't see the person's face clearly, the person gave him the feeling of a cold and vicious demon.
Wei Zilin looked at Wei Xiongjie and Zhao Lihua, "Father, Mother, last night I drank some alcohol outside and came home. As soon as I entered the yard and turned around to close the door, someone kicked me and sent me flying. That person stuffed a towel into my mouth and hit my hands and legs with a wooden stick. I could even hear my bones breaking."
"Father and Mother, is there any hope for my hands and legs? What did the doctor say? Will I become a cripple?" Wei Zilin was too anxious to care about his fear now; he desperately wanted to know how his hands and legs were doing.
With a look of pity, Wei Xiongjie said, "Zilin, the doctor said that after the surgery, you will gradually recover through rehabilitation training."
Wei Xiongjie didn't dare to repeat the doctor's exact words. Zilin was so young; if he knew he might be crippled in the future, he'd probably start making a scene right now. He originally wanted to ask Wei Zilin about what the police had said that morning, but now wasn't a good time. He'd wait until after the surgery to ask.
Zhao Lihua, sobbing, asked Wei Zilin, "Zilin, do you know who hit you? Do you recognize the person who hit you?"
Wei Zilin thought for a moment; he hadn't really seen what the person looked like. He only knew that the person was dressed in black, and even his face was covered.
Wei Zilin said somewhat dejectedly, "I don't know who that person is. I didn't even see what he looked like. All I know is that he came alone."
Zhao Lihua and Wei Xiongjie were furious to hear that they didn't even know who the killer was. Zilin couldn't provide any clues, making it difficult for the police to investigate. There was hardly anyone on the streets at that hour; the killer had deliberately waited until then to strike.
Wei Xiongjie thought of something and asked, "Zilin, have you made enemies with anyone recently? Or have you had any major conflicts with anyone before?"
Wei Zilin thought about the things he had done in private over the years, and how many people he had made enemies of. Outsiders, knowing he worked in the military compound, generally let it go. Some who tried to fight back were dealt with by his uncle. He really couldn't imagine who would dare treat him like this. Wei Zilin had forgotten about sending people to stop the assault.
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