Chapter 2: Xiao Man Wants to Become a Police Officer

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At Changjing City First Hospital, in the emergency room, the white light was blindingly harsh.

Xiaoman breathed faintly in the glaring light, the smell of disinfectant invading her nostrils. She tried to lift her hand to shield her eyes but found her arm heavy as if filled with lead, with only her pinky twitching slightly.

The doctor’s voice was edged with urgency: “Pupils sluggish to light response, body temperature is still dropping…”

So cold! Xiaoman shivered uncontrollably, the wound on her forehead throbbed painfully, as if tiny hammers were beating against it.

The doctor issued another order: “Intravenous injection of warmed saline…”

As the needle pierced the back of her hand, Xiaoman’s temperature began to normalize, and the doctor proceeded with further examinations.

Two hours later, Xiaoman was pushed out of the emergency room in a daze.

The moment the door opened, Zhou Lin strode forward without hesitation.

The doctor removed his mask as he came out: “The child is temporarily out of danger, but the frostbite is severe, with multiple soft tissue bruises that appear to be caused by prolonged abuse.”

Xiaoman was slumped on the hospital bed, her small face pale under the harsh light, swollen and bruised, with stitches on her forehead, looking utterly pitiful.

“Thank you, doctor. We will conduct an investigation,” Zhou Lin nodded solemnly.

Xiaoman was moved to the surgical ward, the steady beeping of the heart monitor tightening the grip on Zhou Lin’s heart with every sound.

When there was a knock on the door, Xiaoman’s body trembled slightly.

“It’s alright now, Xiaoman, the police officer is here.” Zhou Lin’s warm hand gently pressed down on her restless wrist.

She felt the calluses on his palm—nothing like the rough fingers her father had—and gradually calmed.

She struggled to open her eyelids, and in her blurred vision, a dark navy silhouette swayed, the silver stars on the shoulder epaulets glittering under the light.

It was the police officer who had rescued her at the cemetery, and she instantly felt a wave of reassurance.

“Xiaoman, you’re safe now.” Zhou Lin crouched down to meet her gaze.

Looking into his eyes, like street lamps in the dark, she no longer felt fear. She parted her lips to speak, but her throat burned as if scratched by shards of ice.

Zhou Lin moistened her lips with a cotton swab dipped in water. Xiaoman tried to speak, wincing at the pain, her voice soft and hoarse: “Thank you, uncle…”

“Rest for a while now, Xiaoman. Uncle will be right here.” Zhou Lin said, holding her hand without letting go.

Xiaoman slept deeply this time. When she woke, the winter snow had cleared, and sunlight streamed through the window, warming her body.

“Uncle, Xiaoman is awake!” a soft, sweet voice sounded.

Only then did Xiaoman fully see the police officer—tall and imposing, looking so handsome in uniform.

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