Not long after Yan Feifan returned safely to his office in the Little Red House under escort, He Pengfei, the chief of the Dacheng Street Police Station, arrived.

“Mr. Yan, I’m here to report the preliminary findings on the group that caused the disturbance at noon…”

He Pengfei took out a small notebook, flipped it open, and said while looking at it, “There were thirteen people in their group. Among them, Xie Qing…”

“Mr. Yan, this Xie Qing is the young doctor who died by suicide after taking sleeping pills.”

Yan Feifan let out a soft “oh” as He Pengfei continued in a clear voice, “Of the thirteen, only four were Xie Qing’s family members: his father, mother, maternal uncle, and paternal uncle.”

“The other nine were professional medical agitators.”

“Professional medical agitators?” Yan Feifan was a little confused.

“Mr. Yan, that’s right, professional medical agitators!”

He Pengfei explained further, “Xie Qing’s four family members stated that they didn’t know these people before. They were approached just last night by this group, who said they could help them get a lot of money.”

“This gang spreads out across various hospitals every day, sniffing around for information on potential medical incidents.”

“Once they find a suitable case, they approach the patient’s family, promise to help them get more money from the hospital, and then propose splitting it fifty-fifty or something similar.”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan had a moment of realization and couldn’t help thinking, ‘I can’t believe this business of agitating for money after medical incidents has become a profession, an entire industry!’

He Pengfei sighed softly. “In many medical incidents, the hospital bears some degree of responsibility. Wanting to protect their reputation, they often pay a little extra to make the problem go away quickly.”

“This mindset gives people like them an opportunity to exploit, allowing them to succeed time and time again.”

“However…”

He Pengfei said with a solemn expression, “This time, they’ve finally hit a brick wall.”

“According to their confessions, they heard that Xie Qing’s suicide was because of you, Mr. Yan. They also heard that you’re a famous genius doctor. They figured you would definitely try to protect your future and reputation, so they planned to come here and extort a huge sum from you.”

After a pause, He Pengfei continued, “Mr. Yan, I’ve received orders from my superiors to work with the Jingcheng police to dig deeper into this and put a stop to the phenomenon of professional medical agitators.”

Yan Feifan nodded. “These people thrive on making things bigger than they are. They definitely need to be cracked down on.”

“By the way, Mr. He, do you have any news about Xie Qing’s suicide?”

He Pengfei smiled lightly. “Mr. Yan, updating you on the Xie Qing matter is one of the reasons I came.”

“Mr. Yan, the Jingcheng police investigating Xie Qing’s suicide have given me a detailed report of their findings.”

“According to the Jingcheng police’s investigation, this young man, Xie Qing, likely planned to study abroad and not return. That’s why he broke up with his fiancée, even though they had set a wedding date.”

“This incident showed his hospital’s leadership and colleagues what kind of person he was. So, after that study program was canceled, the leadership gave the next available opportunity to another doctor who was next in line.”

He Pengfei took a sip of water to wet his throat.

“Xie Qing raised a fuss over this.”

“Later on, Xie Qing was involved in a medical accident and tried to shift the blame to a colleague.”

“This enraged the hospital leadership, who said they would punish him severely for the incident.”

“And just like that, Xie Qing took the sleeping pills.”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan felt a little puzzled.

“Mr. He, based on what you’ve told me, I don’t think Xie Qing was the type to actually commit suicide.”

He Pengfei chuckled. “Mr. Yan, your feeling is correct.”

“The Jingcheng police’s investigation led them to a theory: Xie Qing never actually intended to die. The suicide attempt was just a way to play the victim and beg for forgiveness.”

“Unexpectedly, things didn’t go as planned, and he actually died.”

“Mr. He, please, tell me what happened,” Yan Feifan urged, his curiosity piqued.

He Pengfei smiled again. “The Jingcheng police investigation shows that Xie Qing took a just-barely-lethal dose of sleeping pills between five and six o’clock on Sunday morning.”

“Normally, his roommate would have returned home to rest between seven and eight that morning after finishing a long night shift.”

“As soon as his colleague returned, he would have seen the conspicuous suicide note Xie Qing had attached to the refrigerator with a magnet.”

“But on that particular morning, after finishing his shift, his roommate didn’t come back. He had accepted a last-minute invitation to pretend to be someone’s boyfriend at a wedding.”

“Xie Qing even had a backup plan. He used a scheduling feature to send farewell texts at eight in the morning to his ex-girlfriend and the hospital administrator who had previously thought highly of him.”

“Only, his ex-girlfriend had blacklisted him, and the hospital administrator was in the middle of a major surgery…”

He Pengfei spread his hands. “And just like that, by the time Xie Qing was discovered, his body was already cold.”

Yan Feifan didn’t know what to say. He could only lament that he had dug his own grave.

After a pause, he changed the subject. “Mr. He, Officer Zheng Libin was ‘exiled’ to a suburban police station to serve as an instructor. Is he doing alright?”

He Pengfei chuckled lightly. “Mr. Zheng is doing quite well over there.”

“Mr. Yan, although it might seem like an exile for him, it’s not without its opportunities.”

“Moving from a criminal detective to a political cadre is a huge leap. If he does well and performs sufficiently, the potential for advancement is much broader than it was as a detective.”

Yan Feifan didn’t fully understand, but he knew that as long as it wasn’t a bad thing for Zheng Libin, that was enough.

As he saw Mr. He out of his office, he saw the young nurse Xv Shuang and a girl with a ponytail—who looked even younger than Xv Shuang and had red, swollen eyes—hurrying toward them from the stairwell.

“Boss…”

Xv Shuang had just called out as she approached when the ponytail girl with her suddenly bent her knees and dropped to the ground before Yan Feifan.

“Mr. Yan, I’m begging you, please save my father…”

Seeing the girl act like this, Xv Shuang grew anxious.

She grabbed the ponytail girl’s arm and forcefully pulled her up. “If you’re going to act like this, I can’t help you.”

Pulled, dragged, and threatened, the ponytail girl finally got to her feet, sobbing uncontrollably. “Mr. Yan, I had no other choice. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Please, I’m begging you…”

Yan Feifan turned his gaze to Xv Shuang, who said with an awkward expression, “Boss, her family and I are tenants in the same building. We just have a nodding acquaintance.”

“She suddenly came to me just now, saying her father is in the Neurosurgery ER for a cerebral hemorrhage.”

“She heard from people at the hospital that you’re the best, Boss, so she came to beg me to beg you.”

Yan Feifan nodded slightly and held out his hand. “The scans!”

The tear-streaked girl was taken aback. “What scans?”

Xv Shuang said with a hint of exasperation, “The films of your dad’s brain hemorrhage.”

“Our boss needs to see the scans to determine if your dad can still be saved.”

The ponytail girl burst into tears again, “WAAAH! I was in such a rush, I forgot to grab them! WAAAH…”

Yan Feifan said helplessly, “Stop crying. I’ll go with you to Neurosurgery…”

When Yan Feifan, escorted by Duan Yu and Feng Jian, hurried to the neurosurgery department with the ponytail girl, they were met with a heartbreaking scene.

A white sheet had already been draped over the ponytail girl’s father.

Watching the ponytail girl throw herself into her brother’s arms and cry her heart out, Yan Feifan also felt a wave of sorrow.

Just then, a nurse he recognized came to his side and said in a low voice, “It was almost forty-eight hours. The patient’s family requested to stop treatment.”

“We had to turn off the ventilator…”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan understood in an instant.

‘Forty-eight hours again.’

This was a time stipulation in the country’s work-related injury regulations. If an employee fell ill for personal reasons at their place of work during work hours and died within forty-eight hours, it was considered a work-related injury.

If the death occurred after forty-eight hours, it was not.

Whether it was designated a work-related injury or not made an enormous difference in the compensation payout…

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