Chapter 1634 - 1071: Heroine of the Republic 45

Chapter 1634: Chapter 1071: Heroine of the Republic 45

The pitiful child clutched tightly in his hand, no matter how the man hit him, he wouldn’t let go. His mouth was bleeding; how far would things go if he continued to be beaten?

The way he desperately protected the ring from being taken was clearly to safeguard the sole memory his deceased mother left behind. How could it possibly be stolen?

As for that Cao surname woman they mentioned, she seemed not to be present, and from the neighbors’ conversations, it was evident that this man chased him to this location, which implies they don’t live in this area.

Just as she hesitated about whether to intervene, a sympathetic shout emerged from the crowd.

"Look quickly, the kid’s passed out. As a father, aren’t you being too heartless? Look at how badly you’ve beaten him! Aren’t you going to rush him to the hospital?"

All the onlookers, the obstructers, and persuaders suddenly stood between the man and the child, preventing him from continuing.

"You all get out of my way. What, you want a thrashing too, huh? Stop meddling in my business. Does he think fainting lets him off the hook? Isn’t that ring coming back to me anyway? Move!"

The man forcefully pushed through the crowd, prying out a ring from the child’s bleeding, clenched hand, then stood up contented, intending to leave, but was stopped again.

"You got the ring, but you’ve knocked the child unconscious. Aren’t you going to take him to the hospital?"

"Why the hell should I take him? I have no time, no money—whoever wants him can take him. If nobody does, let him fend for himself here. He’s the child of my dead ex-wife. Who knows if he’s even mine? My own kids are waiting for me at home. Who cares about him? Leave me alone, don’t stop me from exchanging the ring for booze!"

The man clutched the ring, disdainfully checking the blood on it, fearful it might affect its selling price, then rubbed it off on his clothes before stuffing it into his pocket. An Yi watched him depart intently, her fingers subtly flicking, an invisible force pushing the air. Suddenly, with an "ouch," the man stumbled, and during that brief moment, the ring silently fell into her palm. Ignoring the scoundrel father scrambling around looking for the ring, she turned to the pitiful child still surrounded by onlookers.

"Does anyone know him?"

Everyone shook their heads: "No, never seen him. Just as having a stepmother leads to a wicked stepfather, this is obviously the child’s mom’s only remaining memory left for him, and even that is not spared. That man is cruel indeed, see? Heaven didn’t spare him; he’s lost it, and he should see where it ends!"

People coldly watched the man searching for the ring face-down on the ground, their gaze shifting to the seemingly twelve or thirteen-year-old child, revealing nothing but pity and sympathy. In these times, there are many pitiful people, but they lack the ability to rescue more since they can barely support their own children, let alone someone else’s. With such a wolf-like father, how good can this child turn out?

An Yi walked over silently: "Could anyone lend a hand, put him on my bicycle’s back seat? I’ll take the child to the hospital to see if he can still be saved!"

The child, covered in welts and bloodstains, appeared especially grievous and unbearable, his face smeared in soot and blood, rendering his features unrecognizable, and emitted a stench suggesting he hadn’t bathed in ages—yet unexpectedly, someone chose to intervene?

Fate is fate, and since someone intervened, of course they’d lend a hand, yet not one offered to help get him to the hospital. An Yi was left supporting the child with one hand, the other balancing the handlebars, barely managing to get him to the hospital.

When the doctor and nurse received the child, their faces turned grave: "How could the child be beaten like this? Who did it?"

An Yi sighed deeply, "Found him on the road, beaten by his own father. They say he stole his stepmother’s ring, and even dumped him afterward. I couldn’t bear it and brought him here. Don’t worry about treating him; I’ll pay and will stay here."

"Such depravity, all right, just wait here; we’ll rush him to emergency to check for internal injuries."

Actually, when the child lay motionless on the ground, An Yi had already done a preliminary examination. Although there were some organ damages, they weren’t life-threatening. With proper care, he could recover. The troublesome part was his hand, broken from being forcibly pried; it’s unimaginable how strong his resolve was to protect that ring, and to think how much force his inhuman father exerted to break his hand, it was simply heinous.