Father's love is as deep as mountains? I don't care for it

In a high-speed chase after a serial killer, my car crashed, and so did his.

The suspect walked away with a minor head wound. I was impaled by a piece of the car door, my life hanging by a thread.

When I was rushed to the hospital, my adoptive father, the hospital director, stopped the surgery.

He gave me a cold, dismissive glance. "He's lost too much blood. There's no point. Just send him to the crematorium."

Then, using his authority as my father, he signed the form to refuse treatment.

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