bayedsolid Chapter 213 Important Evidence Added
Chapter 213 Important Evidence Added
Chen Zhuo also waved to the two of them.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ever since Wen Zhixia sent Cao Yong's cloned car to Fan Xiaolin last time, Chen Zhuo used his connections in the transportation circle to find the car.
Tonight, they followed Cao Yong to the garbage disposal plant.
The troops were divided into three groups. Chen Zhuo stood outside to attract Cao Yong's attention, Fan Xiaolin hid in the corner to take pictures as a chain of evidence, and the two brothers went in to find the account book that Cao Yong had thrown away.
Cao Yong thought he had done it perfectly, but he didn't know that when he was on guard against Chen Zhuo at the door, Chen Zhuo's men had already pulled his account book out of the trash.
Chen Zhuo took the sack, put it in the car, and handed cigarettes to a few people. "Don't tell anyone."
After the two left, Fan Xiaolin came over.
She could not reveal her identity as a reporter to outsiders. These account books were found by Chen Zhuo's brothers in his personal name.
Despite this, Fan Xiaolin was still very surprised.
Chen Zhuo is only in his twenties, and despite his youthful face, a group of older men in their thirties and forties respectfully call him "brother."
A moment ago, he was trying to divert attention by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and he was completely alert and calm, showing a maturity beyond his age.
This made Fan Xiaolin even more curious.
"Thank you," she said to Chen Zhuo. "And your brother, please go back soon. Leave the account book to me and I'll sort it out when I get back."
When Chen Zhuo faced Fan Xiaolin, his previously cold expression softened.
"Let me take you there." He was worried. "Don't take a taxi at this time."
Fan Xiaolin looked at Chen Zhuo hesitantly.
The moment their eyes met, Chen Zhuo lowered his head embarrassedly.
"Row."
Fan Xiaolin said readily.
Chen Zhuo's car was very clean. Although it was old, there was no strange smell at all.
He continued to drive without saying a word, driving steadily.
When Fan Xiaolin first met Chen Zhuo, he was the same as he is now, very quiet but efficient, giving people the impression that he was experienced.
He is handsome, steady, and mature beyond his age. Such a man should be very popular, but she has never seen Chen Zhuo get close to other girls, and she even asked him if he is straight.
The two chatted a few times, but they didn't talk in detail. They only knew that he was from Jinghai, worked as a car repairman, and did some driving for others in his spare time.
"Hey," thinking of this, Fan Xiaolin pointed to the cigarette box he placed on the table, "Can you give me one?"
Chen Zhuo obviously didn't expect that she would smoke, but he nodded immediately, "Of course."
Fan Xiaolin took his cigarette but didn't smoke it. He looked at the tattoo on his hand and asked, "You've always been in the car dealership. Haven't you ever done anything else?"
"No," Chen Zhuo said, "I was in jail for a few years, and no respectable employer would accept me."
Fan Xiaolin was stunned.
Although her motive for asking this question was to find out about Chen Zhuo's background.
But she didn't expect that Chen Zhuo would tell her so bluntly.
"Why?" she asked.
Chen Zhuo hesitated.
"kill."
He looked calm, but the cigarette in Fan Xiaolin's hand was broken into two pieces.
"Kill who?" she couldn't help but ask, "When?"
She didn't seem panicked at all, which surprised Chen Zhuo.
"Aren't you afraid?" Chen Zhuo looked ahead. "I have a life on my hands."
Since becoming a journalist, Fan Xiaolin has interviewed all kinds of people. She has seen real villains and also seen poor people who have been forced into a corner, so she has a certain degree of discernment.
"If I were timid, why would I be an investigative reporter?" she told Chen Zhuo. "I'd rather know the specific reasons than just labeling them."
Chen Zhuo paused.
After a moment, he sighed, smiled bitterly, and said, "Some girls have reported this answer to the police before, but it's okay. I don't want to lie to them, and I don't want to lie to you either. Since you asked, I'll tell you the truth."
Fan Xiaolin understood what Chen Zhuo meant. He knew that he wanted his WeChat because he was attracted to her, but he chose not to pretend.
"I knew I wasn't the first woman to ask for your WeChat," Fan Xiaolin laughed. "Can you tell me?"
Chen Zhuo organized his words.
"I killed my stepfather because I couldn't stand him beating my mom. I was under 18 when I did it and was sentenced to seven years. It was even reported in the news."
His few words shocked even Fan Xiaolin, who was used to big scenes.
She couldn't tell whether this was true or not, but if it was true, such a bloody reality made her unable to bear to continue asking questions.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Chen Zhuo helped Fan Xiaolin get out of the car and half-jokingly said, "Thank you for not getting out of the car to call the police."
"I still owe you a meal tomorrow," Fan Xiaolin said, "thank you for the cigarettes."
Chen Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then looked up at her and asked, "Is this meal a thank you for helping you, or do you want to continue interviewing me?"
Fan Xiaolin quickly understood.
He didn't want to be an interview subject, to tear open his bloody wounds for others to see and satisfy their curiosity.
It seems that he is a man with a strong sense of self-esteem.
"I'm treating my friends to dinner after get off work, and I still want to interview you?" Fan Xiaolin said casually, "If you give me overtime pay, I'll interview you."
Chen Zhuo smiled embarrassedly.
"I'll help you carry the account books up there." He walked to the trunk. "Don't get your clothes dirty."
The next afternoon, general surgery outpatient clinic.
Wen Zhixia went to the outpatient clinic with Wang Xinjie today.
She has been secretly observing Wang Xinjie for a long time.
At this time, a patient who had previously suffered from appendicitis came for a follow-up examination and prescription. Wang Xinjie held his CT report and kept blaming him.
"Look, there's something wrong with your data. Why are your liver function indicators worse than last time? In your current condition, be careful of gastric perforation!"
She scolded the patient harshly, seemingly caring about him, but in fact she was exaggerating the condition.
The male patient was named Wu Rong. He was an honest man and fell into the trap quickly.
"No, doctor, I don't feel anything."
"By the time you feel something, it's too late!" Wang Xinjie said, "I'm the director. How could I use my reputation to deceive you? I'm doing this for your own good. You should go get another checkup to make sure you're at ease."
Wen Zhixia heard it clearly. Wang Xinjie had been laying the groundwork for a long time just to deliberately exaggerate the illness.
She tricked Wu Rong into taking a physical examination, then changed his physical examination data, tricked him into being hospitalized, and then found various excuses to refuse to cover his medical insurance.
In short, we try every possible way to retain patients and keep them spending money in the hospital, and we have a firm grasp on the whole process.
After leaving the outpatient clinic, Wen Zhixia went to the emergency room and it was already past seven o'clock when she came back.
The office door is closed.
She was about to open the door when she heard Wang Xinjie's voice from inside.
"The patients were lost in your hands. You didn't do your job well, so of course you have to take responsibility."
Wen Zhixia paused, let go of the hand that was pushing the door, and listened attentively.
It was Xing Xiaoyu's timid voice, "Director, the patient's indicators are all normal, and the wound is not infected. Avibactam sodium is not necessary."
Avibactam sodium is a top-tier antibiotic that costs over a thousand yuan, and such an expensive drug is generally not prescribed to patients.
Wen Zhixia opened WeChat, found Fan Xiaolin, and pressed the voice button to record it for her.
Wang Xinjie continued, "What do you mean by 'no need'? Don't you know how tight the hospital's funding is right now? What did I tell you? Patients who need to be kept should be kept! Conditions that need to be exaggerated should be exaggerated! It's not like he's going to die! You're thinking about him, but does he pay you? He's your biological parent? Do you think you're Li Wenjing? She just wanted to serve the patients, but in the end, she was driven to death by them?"
Li Wenjing?
Wen Zhixia secretly memorized the name.
"I understand..." Xing Xiaoyu's voice was filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Director. I will pay more attention next time..."
Then, footsteps were heard in the house.
Wen Zhixia put away her phone and hid in the tea room nearby.