Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Director Zhou didn't ask any more questions. He closed his notebook, stood up, whispered to the auxiliary police officer next to him, "Let it sit for now," and then pushed open the door and left the interrogation room.

He walked over to the bench, squatted down in front of Xu Feng, examined the wound, and softened his tone, "We have a general understanding of the situation. Zheng Kai injured someone with a weapon, the evidence is conclusive, and according to the rules, he can be detained for public order offenses."

"But as you know, in the end, many victims choose to settle, pay some money, sign a document, and that's it. What do you think? Do you want to settle?"

Xu Feng looked up at Sun Xiaoyan, and Sun Xiaoyan looked back at him. Neither of them spoke.

Their hands were clenched tightly together, their fingers sweaty, but their lips were pressed tightly together; they were somewhat afraid.

What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid that Zheng Kai will become even more aggressive after he gets out of the police station, that his family is really as rich and powerful as he claims and can handle things, and that I, as a mere laborer, can't fight against him.

After all, they were both children from ordinary families, you could say they were from poor families.

If they were to truly fight against Zheng Kai, who is rich and powerful, they would simply be outmatched.

Chen Ping straightened up from the wall and walked over.

He glanced at Sun Xiaoyan and Xu Feng, then turned his gaze to Director Zhou.

"We will not settle. A medical examination is required, and if the injury meets the standard for minor injury, criminal detention is necessary. Your hospital can issue a medical report, and then we can go to the county public security bureau for a forensic examination. Zheng Kai committed the crime with a weapon, hitting someone on the head with a steel pipe; this is at least a minor injury. This is not a public order dispute; this is a criminal case." Chen Ping's voice was cold!

Zheng Kai is too arrogant. Chen Ping wants to teach this guy a lesson. Although he may not be able to get him really detained and imprisoned, he must be locked up for a few days.

Otherwise, Zheng Kai, relying on his money, will become even more audacious, and Xu Feng and Sun Xiaoyan will never have a good life.

Xu Feng stared blankly at Chen Ping, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times, unable to utter a single word.

Sun Xiaoyan's eyes reddened instantly, and her hand gripping Xu Feng's arm trembled even more violently, but she bit her lip to keep the tears from falling.

Director Zhou glanced at Chen Ping, nodded, closed his notebook, and turned to walk towards the interrogation room.

The sound of the iron gate being pushed open echoed in the corridor for a moment before it closed.

The bench fell silent again.

The second hand of the clock in the corridor ticked away, and the incandescent light on the wall flickered occasionally, like blinking.

Sun Xiaoyan buried her face in Xu Feng's shoulder, her shoulders trembling slightly, and dared not make a sound.

Xu Feng patted her back repeatedly with his uninjured hand, but his eyes remained fixed on the closed iron door of the interrogation room. His lips were pale and his legs were trembling slightly.

Chen Ping sat down on the other side of the bench, took out his phone from his pocket, looked at it for a moment, and then put it back.

He turned his head to look at the two of them. "Remember this, you are the victims, not the ones who should be afraid. I've seen people like Zheng Kai before. He only responds to force, not persuasion. If you back down, he'll take ten steps forward. He'll never stop until he's truly hurt."

Sun Xiaoyan looked up at Chen Ping, nodded vigorously, and wiped away her tears.

About half an hour later, a series of hurried footsteps came from the main entrance at the end of the corridor, mixed with a woman's shrill voice and a man's deep, rough cursing.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a man and a woman barged in.

The woman was in her forties or fifties, wearing a bright red wool coat, with her hair permed into small curls. Her face was covered in thick powder, and her nasolabial folds were embedded in the foundation like two grooves.

As soon as she entered, she rushed to the guard window, slamming her hand against the glass repeatedly. "Where's my son! Where is my son! What right do you have to arrest my son! My son is such a good boy, you're wrongly accusing an innocent person!"

The man followed behind her, wearing a dark blue suit and shiny leather shoes. He was stocky, with sagging flesh on his face and his brows furrowed in a knot.

He walked in without looking for his son or asking what had happened. He stood in the middle of the hall, yelling, "Who the hell dares to bully my son? They've got a death wish! I'll see which blind fool it is. If I don't kill him, I'll change my surname to theirs!"

Director Zhou came out of the interrogation room, holding a cup in his hand, and stood at the entrance of the corridor. He didn't walk forward or say anything.

He had seen this kind of scene before and knew that whatever he said at this point would be drowned out by the other party's loud voice, so it was better to wait until they were tired of shouting before speaking.

Once the woman's shouting had died down and the man's cursing had stopped, Director Zhou calmly asked, "Are you Zheng Kai's family members?"

The woman turned around and saw Chief Zhou. She strode over in her high heels, her finger almost poking him in the chest. "You're the chief? Perfect! Release my son right now! My son has always been obedient; he wouldn't even dare kill a chicken. What right do you have to arrest him?"

Director Zhou stepped aside to let her hand pass, and pointed to the end of the corridor, "Your son is in the interrogation room. He chased someone to the health center with a steel pipe and beat up a young man, breaking his head. There are witnesses, the weapon, and CCTV footage at the scene."

The man slammed his hand on the table impatiently, the sound making the windowpane rattle. "So what if I hit him? Just pay me back! Call that poor kid over here and name your price! I, Zheng Chenggong, don't care about a few bucks."

Sun Xiaoyan and Xu Feng sat on the bench, shrinking into a corner.

Zheng Chenggong's voice echoed in the hall, each sound like a stone hitting one's chest.

Xu Feng lowered his head, and the blood scabs on his face looked particularly glaring under the fluorescent light.

Sun Xiaoyan bit her lip, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

Zheng Chenggong glanced around and his gaze fell on Xu Feng, who was sitting on the bench, wearing tattered work clothes and with his face covered in blood scabs.

He looked Xu Feng up and down, then snorted, his gaze as if he were looking at a worthless piece of junk.

He pulled a thick leather wallet from the inside pocket of his suit, took out a wad of red bills, and casually slapped them on the bench, his actions as perfunctory as if he were dismissing a beggar.

"Just this little injury? Fine, is five thousand enough? Take it and buy some medicine, sign a document saying you fell and it has nothing to do with my son. If five thousand isn't enough, then ten thousand, name your price." Zheng Chenggong's face was full of disdain.

Sun Xiaoyan looked at the stack of money slapped on the bench, her face flushed red, her lips trembled, and she wanted to say, "Who wants your stinking money?", but before she could say anything, Zheng Chenggong's wife had already spoken first.

She walked over in her high heels, glanced down at Sun Xiaoyan, then looked at Xu Feng, her lips curling down, her expression as if she had smelled something unclean. "You're the one who seduced my son, aren't you? You vixen, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

Chen Ping stood up from the bench, bent down to pick up the stack of money, stacked it neatly one by one, and then gently placed it on the empty chair next to him.

He turned around, looked at Zheng Chenggong, and said, "I can pay compensation, one million. Can you afford it?"