Soon, Wang Xiuxiu returned with paper and pen, and handed them to Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao carefully recalled the appearance of those four men and quickly sketched them on the paper.
Initially, Wang Xiuxiu was puzzled, but the further she looked, the more shocked she became.
She was drawing, and it was the portraits of those traffickers.
By the time Su Xiaoxiao had finished drawing all four, Wang Xiuxiu's gaze towards her had turned into shock and admiration.
"Alright, can you hand this over to the police comrades?"
Wang Xiuxiu snapped back from her shock, carefully folded the portraits, put them away, and turned to run out quickly.
Su Xiaoxiao felt she had nothing to do, went to process her discharge, and found out that the hospital expenses had already been covered by the police comrades.
Truly the people's good police!
