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

"Lin Wan, the child is innocent."

Chen Ping softened his tone, patiently guiding him, his words sincere: "He cannot choose his parents, he cannot choose his birth, and he cannot choose the circumstances in which he is born."

"The perpetrators of these atrocities are the human traffickers, the evil mother and child, not this newborn child."

"He was just a little life who didn't understand anything and was crying for food. He did nothing wrong."

"I never force you to accept him now, much less force you to take him with you and raise him for the rest of your life."

Chen Ping was incredibly insightful and respected all her choices. "Once you've recovered and your family arrives, you can make your own decisions."

"Whether you want him or not, whether you keep him or not, how you arrange things for him, it's all up to you. No one can interfere or criticize you."

"But not now."

He looked at Lin Wan, his tone more earnest: "The child has just come into this world, separated from the mother's body, with nothing."

"There's no formula or food to feed him right now. He's too small and can't withstand the hunger."

"You can stop loving him for a while, but you can't just watch him starve and die."

"Just feed him once to save his life. As for love, hate, and choices, take it slow once you've recovered and moved on from the trauma. There's still time."

These words contained no moral blackmail, no forceful persuasion, only extreme understanding and gentle guidance.

Lin Wan stared blankly at the ceiling, the coldness and numbness in her eyes gradually crumbling and melting away.

Yes, the evildoer is the villain, not this innocent and naive child.

The child's hoarse, aggrieved cries sounded like tiny needles, gently pricking her already wounded heart.

The hatred lingers, the pain remains, but the softest kindness and maternal instinct in her heart ultimately cannot withstand the loss of a vibrant and innocent little life.

She remained silent for a very long time, so long that only the child's faint cries could be heard in the ward.

Finally, she turned her head slightly, her empty gaze falling on the crying, tiny swaddled baby.

Looking at the child's curled-up, frail body and listening to his pure, helpless cries, the coldness in her eyes completely faded, and a complex mix of emotions surged within her—grievances, struggles, resistance, and even a touch of innate tenderness.

She slowly raised her weak arm, her voice hoarse and dry, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Come and carry me..."

Sun Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly and carefully carried the swaddled baby to the bedside, gently placing him in Lin Wan's arms.

The tiny baby snuggled into the warm embrace and instantly stopped crying violently, only whimpering softly, instinctively searching for warmth and food.

Lin Wan's movements were still stiff and awkward, with a hint of cautious hesitation, but she still slowly adjusted her posture and gently protected the child in her arms.

A faint, gentle maternal glow quietly crept into her once lifeless eyes.

The hatred has not subsided, the pain remains, and the shadows of the past will not easily dissipate.

But at this moment, she chose to spare the innocent child and quietly let go of the obsession that had trapped her.

Chen Ping stood quietly to the side, watching the tender scene before her, and breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of warmth rising in her eyes.

However, when his gaze fell upon the hideous scars on Lin Wan's body, anger surged through his entire body once again.

A girl was trapped in a mountain village and abused by a mother and son for years.

That mother and son deserve to die. Just for the sake of continuing their family line, they ruined a girl's life.

Chen Ping turned around and quickly left the ward; he couldn't bear to look at Lin Wan's injuries.

The moment he stepped out of the ward, the evening breeze blew, and the anger that had been building up in Chen Ping's heart not only did not dissipate, but instead burned even brighter.

Images of Lin Wan's crisscrossing scars, her eyes on the verge of collapse, her years of imprisonment and torture in the dark, replaying in his mind, and her numb yet heartbroken appearance as she held the child just now.

A promising young female college graduate should have had a bright and fulfilling life.

However, this inhuman mother and son locked them in the deep mountains and wilderness, using them as tools to continue their family line. They were beaten and imprisoned every day and every year, their entire lives were ruined.

What's most hateful is that these perpetrators showed absolutely no remorse from beginning to end.

For the sake of their own so-called continuation of the family line, they wantonly trample on other people's lives, disregard human life, are ignorant and vicious, and selfish to the extreme.

Chen Ping felt a tightness in his chest, a surge of anger rising within him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He knew the law would convict and punish them, but that would be far from enough. It wouldn't do evil people any dignity, and he had to vent his anger himself.

He turned and gave Zhao Guosheng a brief greeting before walking alone towards the Siping Township Police Station.

When Chen Ping arrived at the police station, all the police officers there were very polite to him.

These police officers all remember Chen Ping's kindness.

When Director Zhou was shot and wounded during a mission, it was extremely dangerous. It was Chen Ping who miraculously saved him and pulled him back from the brink of death.

These people all knew that if one day any of them got injured, they would ultimately rely on Chen Ping.

Siping Township is too far from the county and city. If someone were injured and sent to a big hospital, they would probably have bled to death.

"Dr. Chen, what brings you here?" the police officer surnamed Liu said as he came out of the interrogation room.

Chief Zhou has been transferred, and no new chief has been appointed for the entire police station yet. For the time being, it is being managed by a police officer surnamed Liu.

Chen Ping's expression was cold and stern. Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "I want to see the mother and child we just captured."

The police officer surnamed Liu looked troubled and said in a low voice, "Dr. Chen, in principle there should be no problem, but we are currently in the stage of intensive overnight interrogation. There are regulations that stipulate that no one other than designated interrogators can have contact with the suspect, and we cannot make an exception."

Chen Ping nodded slightly upon hearing this. The system and rules were in place, and he didn't want to make things difficult for the other party.

He suppressed his anger and prepared to turn away and find another opportunity.

Just then, a piercing cry and shouting suddenly broke the silence of the police station from the interrogation room.

"It hurts! My stomach is killing me! Are you using torture to extract a confession? Are you trying to beat me to death?!"

"My head! It hurts so much! The police beat people! They're bullying ordinary citizens!"

It was the old woman's shrill, tantrum-like voice mixed with the disheveled man's deliberately weak screams.

The two of them, working in concert, twisted the truth and made it clear that they were faking illness to gain sympathy, resist interrogation, and try to extort money to escape punishment.

He is clearly a criminal who has committed numerous evils, trafficked women, and committed violence over the years.

Now that he has been arrested, he shows no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he is arrogant and domineering, attempting to escape legal punishment by throwing a tantrum and acting shamelessly.