Ji Zeqiu had just walked out of the ward when he saw two policemen escorting a middle-aged man out of the elevator.
He recognized one of the policemen.
When Lin Xu was first hospitalized, that policeman had come to investigate the car accident. At that time, the driver who caused the accident had fled the scene and had not been caught.
Could this middle-aged man be...
An idea came to Ji Zeqiu's mind, and he went to ask the policeman. Sure enough.
He clenched his teeth, grabbed the man's collar, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, "Was it you, you bastard, who hit her?!"
"And you even dared to flee without calling an ambulance immediately."
If it weren't for passersby calling the police, he might now be looking at Lin Xu's corpse.
Thinking of this, Ji Zeqiu felt like he could chop this man into a thousand pieces.
"Mr. Ji, please, calm down." The officer hurriedly pulled the two apart, fearing that Ji Zeqiu would impulsively strike.