“Miss, miss, which ward is my grandson in?”

Arriving at St. Mary’s Hospital, Mrs. Leung was in a complete panic. Her face had turned pale, and she could barely string her words together.

Gu Xicao quickly stepped up to help and asked the nurses at the station, “The little boy who was hit on Hongfu Street about an hour ago—his name is Leung Jiabao.”

“Oh, Leung Jiabao?”

The nurse finally understood and checked the admission register. “He’s in Room 308 on the third floor. He just came out of surgery. After you see him, come back here to pay for the surgery and hospitalization fees.”

“Okay, thank you, miss.”

Gu Xicao flashed a smile at the nurse and followed the group to the third floor with Mrs. Leung.

The hospital was crowded, bustling with people. Even though it was a weekday, the corridors were still packed. Mrs. Leung and the others quickly found Room 308 and pushed the door open. Inside, on the bed against the wall, lay Leung Jiabao with his leg suspended.

“My dear grandson!”

Mrs. Leung rushed over, tears welling up in her eyes.

A doctor in the room, who had been checking on other patients, frowned at the commotion. But when he saw Mrs. Leung heading straight for Leung Jiabao, his expression softened slightly. Hands in his coat pockets, he walked over and said, “So you’re Leung Jiabao’s family? What took you so long to get here?”

“Sorry, doctor. We came as soon as we got the call, but the traffic was terrible,” Mrs. Lin quickly explained, handing the doctor a red envelope with a knowing smile.

The doctor weighed the envelope in his hand, and his tone became a bit warmer. “Alright, Leung Jiabao’s fracture isn’t too serious. We just finished his surgery. He’s under anesthesia and hasn’t woken up yet. Someone will need to stay here tonight to look after him.”

“I’ll stay! I’ll take care of my dear grandson!”

Mrs. Leung sighed in relief upon hearing it was just a minor fracture, though her heart still ached.

Mrs. Lin chimed in, “He was in a car accident. Did they catch the person who hit him?”

Uncle Ho added indignantly, “That scoundrel must be caught! Just because they have a car doesn’t mean they can act so arrogantly!”

“Well…” The doctor scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

At that moment, someone pushed the ward door open. Seeing the newcomers, the doctor immediately greeted them, “Inspector Lin, Inspector Zhou, you’ve come at the perfect time. The patient’s family has some questions for you.”

Everyone turned to look.

Uncle Ho’s face lit up with surprise. “Lin, why are you here?”

“Uncle Ho,” Lin Jianyi said, dressed in his dark green police uniform, his baton and radio hanging from his waist. “We’re from the Mong Kok station. Who else would it be? Is everything okay with Jiabao?”

He glanced at Leung Jiabao and, spotting Gu Xicao, looked momentarily surprised. What’s this young girl doing here?

“How could anything be okay? Look at him! How is he supposed to go back to school like this?”

Mrs. Leung sobbed as she wiped her tears with a handkerchief from her pocket. “Lin, I’ve always looked out for you. You have to help me catch that scoundrel!”

Lin Jianyi smiled awkwardly. He wanted to help catch the culprit, but the car had sped away too quickly. No witnesses had provided a license plate number, and the surveillance cameras on that street happened to be broken.

Inspector Zhou, on the other hand, was blunt. “Madam, we want to catch them too, but we don’t have any leads. Before surgery, we asked your grandson, but he couldn’t see the car’s plate number clearly either.”

“So, what you’re saying is you’re not going to investigate?!”

Mrs. Leung was trembling with anger. “We pay so much in taxes every year, and this is how you police officers treat us?”

Inspector Zhou’s face turned sour.

Hong Kong was a small place with an overwhelming number of cases each year. The police station only had a handful of officers who were already busy with major robberies. A minor car accident like this wasn’t high on the priority list.

“Mrs. Leung, you’re just anxious. Don’t worry. We’ll look into it,” Lin Jianyi quickly smoothed things over when he saw Inspector Zhou’s displeasure.

“Look into it? What’s there to look into? It’ll just drag on for four or five years,” Auntie Lin muttered quietly.

The atmosphere in the ward grew tense.

Gu Xicao glanced at the unconscious Leung Jiabao and the distressed Mrs. Leung before raising her hand. “Um, I can figure out where the person is.”

Auntie Lin blinked, then clapped her hands. “Yes! Why didn’t we think of that? Xiao Gu, quickly, figure it out!”

“Figure it out? You mean fortune-telling?” Inspector Zhou scoffed, lighting a cigarette and giving Gu Xicao a disdainful look. “Little girl, this isn’t a game. Don’t talk nonsense.”

Gu Xicao glanced at Inspector Zhou, annoyed. “I’m not talking nonsense. I’ve figured it out. The person lives at 9 Nathan Road, and their license plate number is 8920. They also have a scar on the left side of their face. If you don’t believe me, go and catch them to see for yourselves.”

“Yes, yes! Xiao Gu is always accurate. Hurry up and catch them! Don’t let that bastard get away!”

After seeing Gu Xicao’s “divine calculation” earlier, Mrs. Leung trusted her completely. Hearing that she even knew the person’s address, Mrs. Leung clung to it like a lifeline.

“You’ve all lost your minds! This little girl is spouting nonsense, and you’re just going along with it? You all need to see a doctor, too.”

Inspector Zhou exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at the clock on the wall, and chuckled. “Well, look at that—seven o’clock. Time to call it a day.”