The daughter was urgently taken to the ICU.

No one can guarantee that she will survive!

I stood outside the ward in despair like a zombie, the doctor's words echoing in my mind.

My daughter has so many scars that even the doctor feels heartbroken: "There are bruises from blunt instrument beatings all over her body, burns from cigarette butts, and even injuries in intimate areas! The bite marks on her thighs seem to be from a dog, requiring a rabies vaccine. The wounds on her wrists should be self-inflicted, and the psychological damage is likely to be severe."

I instinctively covered my mouth, trying not to let the tears flow.

Trembling, I touched her shocking wounds, and my heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles.

When I was young and followed the gang leader in the streets, I never used such brutal force.

What kind of hearts do these underage students have?

They are nothing but a group of beasts!