I glanced at the three people on the ground, quickly helping Uncle Bob and Aunt Maria up first; their injuries weren't too severe.
Later, I helped Ronald Bell up and asked with concern, "Ronald, how are you feeling?"
Ronald Bell stared intently at me and suddenly realized something, exclaiming, "You're David! Why... why are you back!"
I nodded, but when my gaze caught sight of Ronald Bell's other broken hand and his bruised and swollen body, a surge of Blood Evil rose within me!
If I hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
If both hands were ruined, Ronald Bell's years of hard work would be wasted!
I had experienced the same hopelessness as Ronald Bell, understanding his pain better than anyone!
The key point was that I never expected the one who ruined Ronald Bell's hand was a student!
Has university become such a societal mess now?
The most unforgivable was that all this happened right in front of the school leaders!
