The woman hesitantly emerged from the crowd, crying out as she looked at her son in her arms, "Let go of my son, let go of my son! I did all this, kill me if you dare!"
Fu Hongyu directly ordered her to be taken down.
Zhu Zhen wished to grant her desire when she heard the system say: [Host, this person has a problem.]
Normally, her host's current actions already violated the laws of time and space, and the world consciousness would resist. However, from the moment she harbored the thought of killing, the world consciousness had shown no reaction.
"What problem?"
[Outside the world consciousness's permission, they have been reborn or possessed. You can kill him.]
The world consciousness would allow some people's memories to be reset, usually to create world protagonists who would maintain world stability.
This world already had a protagonist and didn't need such a person. Now that one appeared, it meant the world consciousness also wanted him dead.
Zhu Zhen suddenly felt something. She looked at the person in her hands. Although outwardly only about ten years old, his eyes were filled with hatred, staring fiercely at her as if he wanted to pounce and tear her apart.
At the same time, there was a certain greed and yearning, greed for others' healthy organs, and a yearning for life.
Want to live?
Zhu Zhen put him down and, with the same fierce look as the boy, said, "You will live, but life will be worse than death!"
With that, she turned and re-entered the operating room.
A moment later, she came out carrying the unconscious Lu Chongyan, bypassed Fu Hongyu expressionlessly, and left the sanatorium.
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The woman, convicted of illegally stealing personal information, kidnapping, attempted murder, and other crimes, was sentenced to 15 years of imprisonment.
Simultaneously, the criminal den, which operated as a sanatorium but was secretly engaged in the illegal trade of organs, was dismantled, adding another achievement to Fu Hongyu's campaign against crime.
However, after receiving the hospital's examination results, he was dumbfounded.
He pursued Zhu Zhen to her newly rented residence and, without preamble, asked a confused question, "His illness is cured. You did it, why?"
Zhu Zhen smiled, "I wanted to."
She was a god, her words were golden, and whatever she wished could become reality.
Fu Hongyu really couldn't understand. She should have hated him, yet she cured his illness. This was completely unlike something she would do.
"Are you holding back some big move?"
Zhu Zhen smiled without answering.
Fu Hongyu asked for a long time but got nothing. The boy's recovery was spread as a medical miracle.
He was only ten years old now. His parents' crimes had nothing to do with him, and he was even called a victim.
If Fu Hongyu hadn't personally seen the intelligence retrieved by his subordinates: that ten-year-old boy had anonymously sent multiple messages to Lu Chongyan half a year ago claiming his girlfriend was cheating, urged him to come to Haicheng, and that a series of subsequent events were his doing.
This was nothing like what a ten-year-old child should do.
He was not innocent at all.
Yet, this utterly wicked person was cured by her!
Fu Hongyu felt a surge of anger and frustration, leaving in a huff.
Soon, he understood the reason.
The child had gone mad. His body had recovered, but he frantically demanded that doctors cure him, saying his kidneys were rotten and needed to be replaced. He made such a scene every day.
Coincidentally, one day, someone from a medical magazine went to the hospital for an interview, wanting to meet the creator of this medical miracle. Instead, they witnessed his raving madness.
The medical miracle was gone.
They all said he was never sick in the first place, perhaps it was a hospital examination error that caused his misunderstanding, or maybe it was all his imagination from the start.
He was still an innocent, a victim, someone everyone would pity.
The looks of sympathy and pity, as if observing a stray kitten or puppy, further drove him insane.
Once, he even climbed onto the rooftop and jumped off.
Coincidentally, a vehicle carrying mattresses from a home furnishing store passed below. He landed on them. Apart from some abrasions, he was miraculously unharmed.
He couldn't die.
He wasn't really a ten-year-old child. He had tried various methods to commit suicide, but each time he was prevented for different reasons.
He tried to steal cyanide injections from the hospital, but he took the wrong medicine. Although he didn't die, he suffered greatly during surgery.
He sneaked out of the hospital intending to get hit by a car. He was indeed hit and his internal organs were displaced from the pain, but after examination, the hospital determined he had only sustained minor injuries.
He tried to cut his wrists with a fruit knife, but a doctor interrupted him, and he was back on the operating table, enduring the pity and sympathy from those around him.
After his countless failed suicide attempts, he was sent to a psychiatric hospital, becoming the problem teenager with delusions that everyone talked about.
Even in the psychiatric hospital, he didn't calm down. He was constantly thinking about escape, suicide, and seeing doctors. If someone hadn't paid a hefty sum, the psychiatric hospital would have likely thrown him out long ago.
"Ms. Lu paid a million yuan for his one-time hospitalization fee and made considerable donations, enough for him to stay there for decades."
Fu Hongyu quietly put down the file.
This was not letting go of grudges, but truly wishing someone a fate worse than death.