In the hospital ward, an oppressive stillness hung heavy in the air.
Lin Yuan lay like a soul-sucked shell, his face ashen and bloodless, sprawled on the hospital bed. Within his eyes surged a tide of pain, running rampant as if to drown him completely.
Standing before his bed was a man in his forties.
This man was dressed in a well-fitted suit, its sleek lines highlighting his tall stature. A pair of delicate glasses perched on his nose, his eyes behind them sparkling with a seeming intelligence and composure, exuding a refined and restrained temperament.
He was Zhang Jian, a senior lawyer for the Lin Group.
Zhang Jian bent forward slightly, leaning in close to Lin Yuan, his voice deep yet carrying an assurance and confidence, "Mr. Lin, you need not overly worry about the threat of prison."