Chapter 137

And there were quite a few things that made Li Tian happy, but likewise, there were also many unpleasant things; some parents had already gone to the school to make a scene.

The target was the teachers, and some others: "Why did my child suffer something like this at your school, and your school didn't handle it?"

All kinds of news spread out in an instant, impossible to hold back.

And Zheng Xiao, lying in the hospital bed, had not yet woken up. Demons walk the human world, and so do angels.

The boy was lucky; he had only fainted—he was too hungry.

He was given nutrient solution, and his whole person gradually recovered to a spirited state, but he hadn't woken up; he must have been too exhausted.

Actually, no profiling was needed at all, no statement either; everyone could already know what had happened.

Just like the interrogation results from the police station: this child had gathered many people to bully Zheng Xiao.

Zheng Xiao didn't manage it, and didn't dare go tell the teacher; he only thought these kids were playing with him.

But when these kids started picking up stones to throw at that old man, the boy got angry, and swung his fists at those kids.

Defending the family he had acknowledged as his own.

These kids were furious, so they beat up this boy, and even stole the old man's bugle.

The bugle was taken back by Zheng Xiao, but he still got beaten.

Zheng Xiao had gotten his favorite little bugle, bought for him by his grandpa; then, when he was secretly practicing the bugle on the back hill, these kids found out and went for the kill.

Happiness—when a boy is happy being alone, other boys feel jealousy and envy.

And Zheng Xiao's father, facing an interview with reporters, watched the livestream.

"My son, when he was little, already liked being a soldier, liked watching all kinds of war TV dramas. I don't know this time whether he'll be hurt badly—if he can't be a soldier in the future, the kid will be very upset, I guess."

"Mm, that old man, we know him, everyone nearby knows him, he's an old Red Army soldier. Our family also likes soldiers, so sometimes we'd give him some food, drinks, fruit, that sort of thing."

The words were plain and simple. Heroes have always been here; although some people have forgotten the heroes, this family has not forgotten the hero.

Then, the people who need to be held accountable are actually very, very many.

In the evening, Chen Fan returned to the observation room, shed the fatigue on his body, sat down on the sofa, held 【something】, and yawned.

In one day, he had run to many places, and gone to inspect many, many places.

Li Tian walked over to the show and reported the latest progress.

"Mm, all three people will receive punishment, and what's more, the matters involved will be many; I won't say more to everyone here. When the time comes, the authorities will give a very good answer."

This was the best outcome. Actually everyone understood: this matter needed to be handled very solemnly, and also very seriously.

Li Tian said: "Chen Fan, you're really something. I thought you'd throw obstacles in the way."

"Pfft, am I that petty?"

"Mm, I noticed you deliberately left the website open, specifically letting the cameraman film a while longer—were you doing it on purpose to publicly shame this kid?"

"Did I? I was just doing academic research. I think this kid's taste is really average, pfft, this kind with no interaction is really boring. Only twin tails are a man's romance."

The few women present subconsciously touched their own hair.

This really is a twisted taste.

The night grew deep; on this night, there would be many who could not sleep.

On the forensic side, an old man brought things to visit Chen Fan. He had gotten the news from somewhere, and specifically sought out Chen Fan, hoping Chen Fan could let his grandson off.

Unfortunately, Chen Fan gave no reply at all, only saying that he was a forensic doctor, not a policeman; if you want to give gifts, you should go find the police.

As for whether you'll be charged with bribery, that I don't know.

"He really didn't do it on purpose."

Chen Fan said: "For ten li and eight villages, everyone knows that old man is a veteran. But doesn't your child know? Or is it that your family's education has a problem? Oh right, your son's urine test came back—your son has touched drugs. We searched your house and found some things. What you should be worried about isn't just your grandson, but also your son."

The old man fell silent.

"Oh right, I even know you're unhappy inside. I'll add one more line: your daughter-in-law will run, and she'll run very soon."

"You'll grow old alone. As for whether you're a good person or a bad one, what does it have to do with me?"

"Commit a crime, get punished—it's only right and proper. What's the point of saying these things to me?"

"Strip away my forensic-doctor identity, my celebrity identity, and I'll tell you: I wished I could have slaughtered your grandson on the spot."

This whole segment was being livestreamed the entire time.

The operations person said: 'Director, is it appropriate to say that?'

"Nothing inappropriate. Chen Fan said he was a forensic doctor—have you forgotten? When a public figure speaks, it may cause a bad influence, but someone also needs to go make trouble for this person. But Chen Fan is now a forensic doctor—you go make trouble? Asking to die?"

The operations person said: "But we have to admit, what he said is really satisfying. And Chen Fan did throw obstacles in the way—worried this case wouldn't blow up big enough, he probably let the livestream camera run unchecked."

"Have the viewership numbers come out?"

The operations person said: "Past a hundred million. The first time in history, and the first time across the whole internet. Countless people are following this case. And a lot of people privately messaged our show team, asking for the address and such. On my end, I didn't say anything. Some people also want to give our show team money, asking us to pass it along to that old man."

The director said: "Don't touch that. We're not a professional organization; we can't touch this money."

The livestream ended. After shutting off the livestream, Chen Fan took a few celebrities and went straight to the hospital.

When the big celebrities arrived, everyone was still very happy. At night, the hospital still had people, but not as many as during the day.

In the room, the old man sat before the hospital bed, chatting with the child. What the old man was telling were stories from when he fought in the war; the child listened, his blood boiling with excitement.

In his hand he clutched an old, worn bugle.

This was the gift the old man had given the child.

Chen Fan greeted the boy, saying: "Hey, little hero."

That one sentence immediately made the boy embarrassed.

The parents beside them quickly stood up. Chen Fan said: "Don't bother with the useless stuff. I'm not the only one who put in effort—the police are the ones who put in effort. I only did what I should have done. If you want to thank someone, go thank Li Tian."

"I know, but still, thank you all."

Chen Fan placed the flowers before the hospital bed and said: 'Young man, can you move? Does your body feel uncomfortable?'

"Not uncomfortable, not tired."

"Come on, let's take a photo, a group shot. How about it? I pulled this group of people over, let's take a group photo together. Cool, right?"

The child's face turned red.

Over here, Chen Fan and the young man took a photo together, and then the rest of the people followed suit and took photos too.

In the end, everyone clustered the child in the middle and took a group photo.

In the group photo, the old man was holding the child.

Chen Fan got the photo and, without any hesitation, posted it directly on his Weibo.

"Today's good fortune: a chance encounter with a group of heroes."

The parents are heroes, for raising such a fine young man.

The young man is a hero — that is respect for history, a model of honoring the old and caring for the young.

The old man is a hero — that is reverence for the past.

Chen Fan said, "Sir, regarding the injury to your head, we can confirm it, and the other party will need to compensate you."

The old man shook his head and said, "There's nothing that needs compensating. My body's still pretty sturdy, I don't need these things. As for money, as long as everyone has enough to spend, that's enough."

Everyone looked at the old man — perhaps, this is what a hero looks like in its most original form.

After the visit, the group found a restaurant to welcome the new female guest with a welcoming feast.

Chen Fan here lowered his head and started showing off his eating.

Liu Yan held his phone, looking at his growing number of fans, and the speed of it startled even himself.

So it turns out this show really is a treasure — only this treasure is Chen Fan.

Xiang Qinqin handed a piece of meat to Chen Fan, saying, "You eat, you eat."

"You eat some too, otherwise how will you put on weight?"

"No more, I can't eat anymore. If I keep eating meat, I'll get fat to death."

The people at the table laughed happily.

Qin Ming here took out his phone and looked at the trending searches steadily climbing.

"Heroes in Their Twilight — How Should We Treat the Heroes of Their Later Years"

"Youth Education, Where Does the Future Lie — How Should We Face These Demon-Like Children"

"Inheritance, This Is Inheritance"

"Chen Fan Is So Handsome"

It seemed something strange had snuck in among them, but this didn't affect everyone's enthusiasm in the slightest.

Joy, tears, education — for a single show to contain all of these things is truly rare.

At this moment, inside the police station, in the detention room, the young man looked at the several fellows taller than himself.