Chapter 49: Who Is More Ruthless

No one paid any attention to the elderly woman who had claimed she was bedridden, now energetically standing at the infirmary door, hurling curses. The cameras faithfully recorded everything; soon enough, the whole city of Jiangzhou would see the true faces of these people.

The female host accompanied Chen Aijia, not expecting to run into her here. The moment she saw Chen Aijia, she recognized this heiress to a vast fortune. Though shocked, she also felt a sense of vindication. It served them right for being ungrateful and attempting extortion.

She had already watched the surveillance footage from the bank while in the car. Clearly, before the criminals had gained full control, the actions of these elderly people were nothing short of recklessly gambling with their lives. If they wished to court disaster themselves, so be it; but dragging two young people into it was inexcusable.

In response, the authorities swiftly implemented punitive measures. Even if no further penalties were issued, these seniors would face trial for endangering public safety and would inevitably be fined. Moreover, the current situation involved suspected extortion and even intentional injury.

The host knew that Yang Changfeng might well have considered counter-suing for extortion. A man capable of fighting off several criminals surely wouldn't be overpowered by a group of ordinary people. The scene, with him being slapped down, made this all the more evident. Still, was it worth risking his safety for such a plan? The host suspected perhaps Yang Changfeng had miscalculated and suffered real harm.

Regardless, he was undeniably a courageous and upright young man. Now, not only was he being extorted, but he had also been physically injured—facts witnessed by everyone present.

Chen Aijia was still trembling, genuinely angered. She had never encountered such shamelessness: their lies exposed, yet still feigning righteousness with an attitude of "I'm old, I'm right." Did they really think age made them untouchable? There is such a thing as reaping the consequences of one's own actions. Surely, these people who had gone too far this time would receive a fair reckoning.

Chen Aijia knew exactly the kind of people in her company's legal team. Once they set their sights on someone, even if they left them alive, it would be with their skin stripped off. With the boss's full support, what was there to fear?

With the legal affairs channel amplifying the impact, how could these people escape now? Yet as she looked toward the treatment room, Chen Aijia could not put her mind at ease. Yang Changfeng looked terrible—his face covered in blood, his brow bone exposed, and he had said his vision seemed impaired, which might well be true.

No one knew about Yang Changfeng's special eyesight, and even if his eye had truly been scratched, it shouldn't have caused such visual disorientation. But Yang Changfeng was well aware that under high-tech examination, that eye would always show abnormalities. Now that someone had scratched it, the consequences could be catastrophic.

The doctor shone a flashlight into his eye and asked, "Can you feel anything?" It was a necessary question; it was alarming to see no reaction whatsoever—normally, a strong light would prompt at least a blink, even in a trained individual. The examination revealed severe subcutaneous tissue damage, and even the retina was compromised. A gray haze covered everything—almost total necrosis of the eye.

"I can see a little light," Yang Changfeng replied with a faint smile.

"Then close your other eye and try using just this one," the doctor said, visibly shaken. If the eye really was ruined, even surgery might not restore it—this was a serious problem.

To think someone so brave could be hurt so gravely—what a negative impact it would have on society if word got out. The hospital's reputation was also at stake, especially with the involvement of the bank's deputy manager. If people believed the doctors had been bribed by the wealthy to neglect a good Samaritan, it would be disastrous.

An hour later, the attending physician emerged, removed his mask, and sighed with resignation. "The injury is grave. There may have been a pre-existing vision problem, and now, with this external trauma, it has likely worsened irreparably. I consulted the patient; he doesn't want surgery, only conservative treatment and rest. I have no better plan," he said frankly, then added with regret, "What a shame for such a good person."

Yang Changfeng also emerged, supported by two nurses. He didn’t really need the help, but as the victim, he accepted it.

The legal affairs channel's crew was still waiting. The group of elderly perpetrators and their families had all been taken to the police station, including the deputy manager and his mother.

Chen Aijia’s legal team had arrived as well—seven or eight professional lawyers, armed with evidence from the bank and the events since. They were ready to file charges with the relevant authorities.

Chen Aijia’s instructions were clear: “I don't care about the process, only the result. You have all the evidence, and you know the law best. Do whatever is necessary.” If they couldn’t win this case, it would be an embarrassment considering how much they’d been paid all these years. For such a straightforward case, any one of them could bankrupt those ungrateful people.

Especially with the cooperation of the regulatory departments, the matter would be easy to resolve. There was no need to stir up public opinion—just focus on the case itself.

The legal affairs channel team needed to return as well—they had to finish their segment before Jiangzhou’s ten o’clock news. As they left, the female host asked Yang Changfeng, “If something like this happened again, would you still step forward?”

Yang Changfeng replied, “Yes. I’m sure this kind of ending isn’t inevitable. We can’t let the darkness in some people’s hearts make us lose faith in the conscience of society as a whole. I believe what I can do, others can as well. There’s no need to stop doing good just because of a few bad outcomes.”

The camera lingered on a close-up of Yang Changfeng’s face as the crew departed, filled with emotion.

Society’s conscience—how rare it has become. Especially when the hospital’s surveillance audio had captured those elders clamoring for ‘ten million from each family’, which chilled the hearts of everyone on the program team. Chen Aijia may be rich, but her money was not theirs to demand. To open their mouths and ask for ten million—did they really think she owed them?

Old age should bring kindness, yet some people wield their years as a weapon, doing anything for money. How can society respect such elders?

In the hospital, the doctors earnestly advised Yang Changfeng to stay for observation, but he politely refused. “I can still see, more or less. Let’s leave it at that. I’ll rest for the night, and if things don’t improve by tomorrow, I’ll come back for a check-up.”

The hospital director, rushing over after hearing the news, personally instructed the traditional medicine department to immediately prepare herbal remedies, and assured him, “If there’s any issue, you can come to the People’s Hospital at any time. We’ll assemble an expert panel at once. We will not allow a good Samaritan to suffer lasting harm due to treatment delays!”

The attending doctor muttered inwardly, “No need to brag so outrageously. If that man’s eye could really be cured, the Jiangzhou People’s Hospital might as well be an alien hospital from the stars.”