"You!" Dong Peng snatched her mobile phone and was about to smash it to the ground.

"You think if you smash it, the evidence will be gone? The technical department of the police department will restore the internal data of the phone...... Your sins will be exposed. After she said this, she didn't have any more strength, and let the back of her head hit the ground heavily, but her eyes were still staring at Dong Peng.

He hesitated for a moment, then slammed the phone her.

"Stinky bitch! You stinky bitch......" Dong Peng viciously added a few more kicks to her, kicking her straight into convulsions. Then he spat in her face, gave her a few more warnings, and walked away.

Yan Shuangyi was lying on the ground, and his breath was bloody.

The lights in the corridor lit up in white flowers, and she seemed to see her dead mother in a trance in that white light, and she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth easily.

Can I finally stop working so hard and go to my mother?

Yan Shuangyi closed his eyes and felt his body slowly relax. The pain was no longer there, and the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter, as if I was riding a wisp of wind and slowly flying.

"Mommy......" she murmured, and a tear slipped from the corner of her bleeding eye, soaking the wound rustling.

"Double ......"

A call brought her sanity back.

"What's wrong with you, Shuangshuang?" A little girl came out of the room crying.

She was only four years old and didn't know what domestic violence was. I only know that Dong Peng hit Shuangshuang, and Shuangshuang must be in pain.

Both hurt, and she hurts too.

"Shuangshuang!" When the little girl saw the scarred person on the ground, she finally couldn't help crying, and the whole person threw herself on her, "You bleed!" Are you going to die...... Don't die! I don't want you to die! ”

She really can't die yet.

Yan Shuangyi propped up his upper body and weakly explained to her: "Ding Dong, can you help me call the doctor?"

*

Halfway through the car, Yue Jialing received a text message from Yan Shuangyi.

"Mr. Yue, I am Yan Shuangyi. Sorry for the late night interruptions. I need to take sick leave for two weeks due to illness, and the work has been handed over, but due to the long vacation, the personnel department informs me that I need to ask for the approval of the leaders, and I hereby ask you for instructions. I hope you will approve my vacation. Thank you and wish you all the best in your work. ”

The wording is extremely formulaic, but also full of humility and moderation, which makes it impossible to refuse.

But he still quickly typed a line on his mobile phone and replied: "There is a large-scale reception event in the hotel on weekends, and all vacations will not be approved." Then put the phone back in your pocket.

"Mr. Yue, I'm really hurt." Yan Shuangyi quickly asked again. Afraid that Yue Jialing would think that she was deliberately pretending to be sick, she also attached her CT film and diagnostic report.

Only this time there was no news.

After waiting for too long, Yan Shuangyi's hand holding the phone gradually drooped, and he closed his eyes a little tiredly.

"16 beds, ask routinely, don't be nervous." The doctor stood in front of Yan Shuangyi's bed with a serious face, interrupting her chaotic thoughts.

"Hmm."

"We noticed that most of your injuries were contusions, caused by external blows. Who hit you? ”

Yan Shuangyi nodded and interrupted the doctor's words: "It's domestic violence." Doctor, according to the regulations, the hospital can call the police for me, right? ”

The female doctor nodded.

After getting the other party's affirmation, Yan Shuangyi hurriedly asked: "Then can I apply for an injury appraisal now?" ”