The Angel of Hope

In the end, Mo Lan's husband had led their young son out of the critical care unit. Reining in his emotions had been a hard task in that cold, clinical wing. Yet, he also could not for the life of him keep away from it. He had specially rented a suite near the hospital to that end, hired a nanny to help look after his son. If it weren't for his son's constant cries, he never would have brought him to the ward to begin with.

Noticing his nephew-disciple's distress, Zhen Hua approached Tang Wulin's side and patted him on the shoulder. Tang Wulin glanced up, despair in his eyes. "Uncle-master, why must so many people do evil upon others?

Releasing a long sigh, Zhen Hua said, "There's no real reason. When there's good, there must be bad. Two sides of the same coin." He frowned. "There's no use in praying for justice. Work hard and gain the strength to protect those dear to you with your own hands."