Night had fallen like ink, cloaking the world in darkness. The hospital corridor was dimly lit, and the cold fluorescent glow cast sharp, cutting shadows across Yun Hanchuan's chiseled features.
Cheng Yan approached at a brisk pace, a tightly clutched report in hand.
"Mr Yun, Young Master Mochuan's latest analysis is in," Cheng Yan said quietly, his voice tense. "That drug... it's not just a neural repair agent."
Yun Hanchuan took the report and flipped through the dense medical jargon, his gaze finally locking onto the conclusion:
"Prolonged use may lead to optic nerve atrophy and cognitive impairment."
The paper crinkled under the pressure of his grip, betraying the storm building in his chest. He slowly looked up, his voice low and deadly calm.
"You're telling me this drug is the reason Nuan Nuan went blind?"
Cheng Yan swallowed hard. "Not just that," he added hoarsely. "Young Master Mochuan said... if the dosage had continued for another six months, Nuan Nuan might have lost her ability to think altogether—permanently."
Yun Hanchuan slammed his fist into the wall. The sharp crack echoed through the corridor, and blood seeped from his knuckles.
For six years, his daughter had not only been abused—she had been used like a lab rat. Bit by bit, her sight and mind were being stolen from her.
"Where are Li Qiang and his wife?" His voice was like the calm before a storm.
"At the police station," Cheng Yan replied quickly. "Young master Zhanchuan sent in a special ops unit to guard them."
"Prepare the car."
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Thirty minutes later, Yun Hanchuan stood outside an interrogation room at the city precinct. Through the one-way glass, he saw Li Qiang nervously wringing his hands, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Open the door," Yun Hanchuan said. His voice was ice—pure, cutting ice.
The moment the door opened, Li Qiang snapped his head up. His eyes widened in alarm as he stammered,
"Y-You... Who are you?"
Yun Hanchuan stepped forward slowly, each stride deliberate—like the weight of judgment falling on Li Qiang's chest.
"How did Su Wan die?" His voice was low, deadly calm.
Li Qiang's eyes darted nervously. "Th-That woman ran off with some other man. How would I kno—"
Before he could finish, Yun Hanchuan lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground and slamming him against the wall.
"I'll give you one more chance." His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "How did Su Wan die?"
"I... I..." Li Qiang's face turned red, his legs flailing helplessly in the air.
"No?" Yun Hanchuan abruptly released him.
Li Qiang crashed to the floor in a heap, coughing and gasping for air. But Yun Hanchuan was already pulling a phone from his coat pocket. With a single tap, he played a video.
On the screen, Wang Cuihua was shrieking hysterically, tears streaming down her face:
"It was Li Qiang! He killed her! He hit her with a hoe! It had nothing to do with me!"
Li Qiang's face turned ashen. "T-That woman's lying through her teeth!"
With a swift, merciless motion, Yun Hanchuan stomped down on Li Qiang's hand. A sickening crunch echoed through the interrogation room.
Bones cracked.
"I'll ask one last time," Yun Hanchuan said coldly, his voice like the edge of a blade. "How did Su Wan die?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Li Qiang wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face. "It was… it was a moment of rage…"
Piece by piece, the horrifying truth emerged through his broken, trembling voice.
Six years ago, Su Wan had arrived alone in Qingshan'ao. Li Qiang, driven by lust, had tried to force himself on her. When a villager nearly caught him in the act, he lied—claiming she was his wife from the city.
"But after we got 'married,' she was cold as ice. Wouldn't even let me touch her!" he growled with bitter resentment. "I thought city women were just snobbish. I even treated her well… until I found out she was pregnant—with someone else's bastard!"
Yun Hanchuan's fingers curled tightly into his palm. Blood welled between them, dripping silently onto the floor.
"I beat her. I wanted to kill that little bastard before it was born…" Li Qiang's expression twisted into a grotesque smile. "But she shielded her belly with everything she had. In the end… she still managed to give birth to that brat."
"So you killed her," Yun Hanchuan said quietly—so softly it was almost a whisper.
But the quiet only made it more terrifying.
Li Qiang suddenly grew agitated, his voice rising with hysteria. "That bitch deserved it! I was going to get rid of that little bastard too—but then some rich guy showed up…"
Yun Hanchuan's pupils contracted sharply. "Who?"
"I… I don't know his name. He only came once. Wore a mask the whole time," Li Qiang stammered, licking his dry lips nervously. "He said, as long as I kept that little brat alive and gave her regular injections, he'd pay me…"
"What injections?"
Li Qiang hesitated. "They were… they were to make her stupid…" Realizing what he'd just said, he panicked and backtracked. "No! I mean, they were… uh, vitamins! Just supplements, that's all!"
Yun Hanchuan grabbed him by the collar and slammed his fist into Li Qiang's face—once, twice, then again. The blows landed with dull, brutal thuds.
Outside, officers heard the commotion and rushed in to restrain him. Panting heavily, Yun Hanchuan allowed himself to be pulled back. He straightened his clothes, closed his eyes to suppress the rage boiling in his chest, then opened them slowly—his expression calm, but deadly.
He nodded slightly to the officers, a silent apology, then turned back to Li Qiang.
"I'll give you one last chance," he said, voice low and cold. "Who. Was. That. Man?"
Li Qiang's face was as pale as death. "I… I don't know anything else… just… just that his surname was Lin…"
Yun Hanchuan didn't turn back. His figure was rigid, cold as forged steel. He walked to the door of the interrogation room and said to the police in a calm yet forceful tone:
"Premeditated murder. Child abuse. Complicity in illegal human experimentation. I want them locked up for life. No parole. No leniency."
Behind him, Li Qiang collapsed to the ground, scrambling forward on his knees, panic flooding his voice.
"Mr. Yun! Please, have mercy!" he cried, reaching to clutch Yun Hanchuan's leg. "It was Mr. Lin! He's the one who told me to do it! Said he'd pay me if I followed orders… I swear, I didn't know she was your daughter! If I had known—if I had known—I would never have dared! Please, I'm begging you!"
Yun Hanchuan slowly turned his head. His gaze was like a blade of ice as it swept over the filthy, bloodied face before him. He spoke coldly:
"Spare you?" His voice was like ice. "Did you ever spare my daughter?"
He didn't spare another glance, turning to leave. As he walked away, his final words dropped like a blade onto Li Qiang's soul:
"For the rest of your life, you'll rot in a cage. Die there."
Stepping out of the interrogation room, Yun Hanchuan immediately dialed Yun Mochuan's number.
"Brother Mochuan, how's Nuan Nuan's condition..."
"There's a breakthrough," Yun Mochuan's voice carried a glimmer of hope. "The drug metabolism analysis shows that the damage to her optic nerve is reversible. If treatment can start within a week, there's a 60% chance of recovery."
Yun Hanchuan closed his eyes briefly. "Arrange for the best specialists."
"They're already being contacted. But…" Yun Mochuan hesitated, "Nuan Nuan just had a seizure. She kept murmuring 'no' repeatedly, her heart rate shot up to 150. We had to sedate her. The situation isn't looking good right now."
"What?! I'm coming back immediately!"
After hanging up, he ordered Cheng Yan sharply, "Head straight back to the hospital—now."