Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Before she even stepped into the courtyard, she saw two male youths carrying a person on a stretcher. The man had a bruised face, a swollen nose, and a bloody bandage wrapped around his head as they walked back.,"That's right, your head is busted, and you have a cracked rib. You need to recuperate and can't earn work points!",Tang Zhenzhen stared in astonishment and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, who was it。