Yi Dao: "Someone’s actually asking for a beating..."

Qiu Yunshang fainted without a word.

Dongyun Yu turned his head, only to see Fang Che and Zhao Shanhe looking at him as if he were an immortal.

"Wha... what’s the matter?" Dongyun Yu said: "Isn’t this what he wanted?"

"..."

The two shook their heads and walked out.

Fang Che said: "Take good care of him."

Dongyun Yu quickly nodded.

Only to hear Fang Che say: "Be careful, he’s a seriously injured person, don’t make him die of anger."

"I know what to do!"

Dongyun Yu promised solemnly.

Although he always acted cheaply, the worry between his eyebrows hadn’t decreased much. Even though he tried hard to hide it, Fang Che could see it.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe exiting.

Fang Che stopped at the door, saying: "Dongyun Yu."

Dongyun Yu turned his head: "Hmm?"

"This matter isn’t your fault."

Fang Che said: "It was an accident, anyone would have done the same. If Qiu Yunshang faced this crisis, you would have too. So... you understand."

Dongyun Yu was stunned, then pursed his lips and said: "I understand!"

"So... if you’re truly grateful, just act less cheap in front of us in the future, and we’d be thankful to the heavens."

Dongyun Yu frowned and sincerely said: "Boss Fang, I really never act cheap."

"Shameless!"

Fang Che blurted out, cursed, and turned to leave.

Dongyun Yu watched Fang Che walk away.

He gently sighed.

Pulled a chair next to Qiu Yunshang’s bed and sat down for a long time before murmuring: "Thank you!"

Fang Che and others had already left.

Qiu Yunshang was unconscious, and no one heard it.

Fang Che walked out the front door, and as expected, Zhao Shanhe was still waiting under a distant tree.

Fang Che sighed.

Every time Zhao Shanhe did this, Fang Che felt like a shy maiden pining under a faraway tree waiting for her lover.

Thinking this made him feel a bit nauseous.

Didn’t even want to go over.

But he still had questions for Zhao Shanhe... well, well, this gentleman has arrived.

Zhao Shanhe watched Fang Che approach with a ’modest’ step and found it strange.

You have a stomach full of questions for me, and you think I don’t know?

Yet you’re walking with such a steady pace, clearly ’modestly’, it makes you angry. Do you think it’s me begging you to come over?

At this thought, Zhao Shanhe said, irritated: "Inspector Fang walks with such a dignified and noble pace, surely you have instructions for me?"

These words were quite sarcastic.

But Fang Che shut Zhao Shanhe up with one sentence.

"General Zhao, how many of the recovered disabled children have been claimed in the past few days? What’s the total number now?"

Zhao Shanhe’s face turned blue on the spot.

Because this was a responsibility he couldn’t shake off, an unspeakable pain.

"The total number of children rescued has reached 167,000. Of them, more than 60,000 are healthy, and about 8,000 are mildly disabled."

Zhao Shanhe said: "Most of these have been claimed."

"So there are still over 90,000?" Fang Che asked.

"Among these 90,000, some still have hope for recovery, about 3,700; there are more than 2,000 whose parents have claimed them but are staying for rehabilitation. They haven’t left yet."

Zhao Shanhe added.

Fang Che was impatient: "Just say how many children aren’t wanted. Is there any point in going in circles?"

Zhao Shanhe was embarrassed: "I am your superior’s superior!"

"Wow, you’re impressive, then solve it yourself. I’m leaving."

Fang Che turned to leave.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed him: "Fang Che, Fang Che... you can’t go."

"I’m low-ranking, can’t help... "

Fang Che looked at the sky: "Look, how bright those stars are. Since I can’t help, I’ll just watch the stars a bit longer."

Zhao Shanhe, seeing no one around, tugged on Fang Che’s clothing and said: "I do have to tell you the specifics."

"Not listening."

Zhao Shanhe wrapped an arm around his shoulders, imploring: "You’re so young and so temperamental... I’m worried too... come on, come on..."

Once embraced, Fang Che went pliant all over—this shameless old guy actually pinched the nerve in Fang Che’s neck.

He pulled him into a shaded area, pinching hard all the way.

"You talk... stop pinching..."

Fang Che shuddered continuously.

Behind the tree, Zhao Shanhe sighed: "You guessed right, nearly 90,000 disabled children are unclaimed. Another group emerged last night... by tomorrow the number might exceed 100,000. Not a single child turned into urn children has been claimed!"

Zhao Shanhe’s face was full of anguish: "This is truly, a mortal tragedy."

Over 90,000, and the number is still rising!

Hearing this huge figure, Fang Che felt heavy-hearted.

"How could there be so many? How many people are there in Donghu State total? With so many women and children missing, it’s not apparent on the surface?" Fang Che’s anger was simmering, but he didn’t know who to direct it at.

"Separately, it’s a lot. But spread over each year, the number is very small. The big cities of Donghu State and surrounding areas combined... do you know the population? Over 600 million!"

"This number seems huge, but scattered among over 600 million, does it still seem much? Do you know how many are born every year? How many die every year? These numbers are so many times these children’s numbers!"

"Every year inexplicably missing, dead, disappeared children and women, the real numbers are far beyond official statistics, several times more!"