Netherworld Investigator

"What a coincidence, Doctor Ma." Wen Baifan deliberately blocked Ma Qiu's way.

On the empty helicopter pad, the cold winter wind blew.Ma Qiu stood there helplessly, with a panicked look on his face.

He has a baby face that easily disarms people, which is simply a unique crime condition.But he is indeed not very old, around 30 years old.

Wen Baifan picked up a white coat that was hung on the railing, and patted the non-existent dust on it, "I was worried that the smell of smoke would affect the patient, so I took it off specially, what a responsible doctor." He was slender His fingers ran across the fold line of the back of the clothes, folded them lightly, and handed them back to Ma Qiu's hands intimately.

"You, who are you..."

Wen Baifan smiled without answering, gently took away the unburned cigarette in Ma Qiu's hand, extinguished it by the cement wall, and put the cigarette end back in Ma Qiu's hand. "I've been observing you all morning. You are so addicted. You have to come up to smoke every hour."

Of course, what Wen Baifan discovered was far more than that, for example, there was also the fact that Ma Qiu was squeezed out by his fellow doctors.During the short intervals of rest, those people would also talk and laugh as if no one else was there, and jokingly called him "the returnee boy", with a sarcasm beyond words.

"I'm not like this usually, it's just that I'm under a lot of pressure recently." Ma Qiu murmured.

His aura is really weak, the cowardly shivering little quail who is blocked by strangers in the hospital where he works, reminds me of the children in the middle school campus who are bullied by hooligan seniors in the toilet.

With such a shy guy, coupled with his age and ability, he can't convince the public. What is the reason for the hospital to let him be the attending doctor of brain tumor surgery for a famous brain expert with high seniority and deep experience? What about students?

"Why is there so much pressure?" Wen Baifan narrowed his eyes, "Could it be that Dr. Rong Guang's death made you feel guilty?"

Ma Qiu took a step back, with his lips tightly closed, showing a gesture of subconscious resistance, but the expression on his face seemed to be poked into something.

He immediately raised his head, looked at Wen Baifan warily, and asked pretending to be calm: "Who are you, reporter? The police have already settled the case as suicide. What else do you want to investigate?"

Wen Baifan still had a mysterious look on his face, but he was a little depressed in his heart. Does he look so unlike a policeman who guards a peaceful and united side?

Ma Qiu thought he had guessed right, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"As has been announced to the public, on the morning of January 1, Mr. Rong Guang's condition took a turn for the worse and he was sent to the ICU. We believe that the operation is urgent, and the patient's family members also signed the consent form." Ma Qiu said that he did not want to disclose information, but he kept chattering He began to narrate the case without knowing whether it was to dismiss Wen Baifan or to convince himself. "After rescue, the operation was successful, but the patient was depressed and even irritable after waking up. Unfortunately, on the night of the 4th, he shot himself in his ward.

Ma Qiu's speech was very official, maybe he had prepared it, maybe the hospital asked him to say it, but he could feel that his mood became depressed as he spoke: "When the incident happened, there was only Rong Guang in the ward. Mr. was alone, taking advantage of the moment when the nurse had just left, he took out the gun from the personal box he was carrying..."

"The patient underwent brain surgery, and the reason that led to his suicide, at least on the surface, was that he lost control of his emotions." Wen Baifan questioned, "Could it be because of something wrong with your treatment method? It caused Mr. Rong Guang to lose control of his emotions?"

"Impossible." Ma Qiu categorically retorted, "I used to work in a famous medical research institute in country A. I have treated related clinical cases and the operations were quite successful. That's why President Shen invited me to this hospital. Work. Even the incident of Mr. Rong Guang, the operation itself is a success."

Qiao Kejun led them to a leeward corner, and dragged out a simple ashtray made of coffee cans from the shadow of the corner with familiar movements, "It's still there, is there any smoke?"

"No, I don't smoke." Wen Baifan leaned on the railing and joked, "I didn't realize that Director Qiao still has this hobby."

"I used to come up to smoke one occasionally, but then I quit." Qiao Kejun took out a tissue, wiped a drain pipe fixed on the ground, and sat down. Inertia dominates."

Wen Baifan took out a few lollipops from his coat pocket, picked out one, and threw it into Qiao Kejun's hands: "I've had a good time."

Qiao Kejun caught it and looked down. As expected, it smelled like chocolate milk.

He lifted the corner of his mouth inconspicuously, and tore off the wrapping paper, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, just take this as a gift in return." Wen Baifan patted his slightly heavy backpack, "Rongguang's case has been closed, and it's not appropriate for me to intervene as a criminal policeman. Fortunately, Dr. Lu has acquaintances in the security team and got the Backup of the monitoring data in the corridor of the special inpatient department."

The corridor of the special inpatient department on the 22nd floor uses surveillance cameras with night sensors. It can be seen from the surveillance video that on the day of the incident, that is, at 1:6 p.m. on January 11, Rongguang shot himself in the room. The doctors and nurses who were on duty at night were alarmed. They rushed from the duty room to the room where the accident happened. The head nurse stopped by to check Mrs. Fu's ward, but unexpectedly found that she had stopped breathing.

"That is to say, Dr. Rong Guang's suicide and Lin Li's death happened at the same time." Wen Baifan pressed the lollipop to his cheek with his tongue, and said vaguely, "Is there really something between the two?" Such a connection, or is it purely coincidental?"

The special inpatient department has only been officially put into operation in the past two or three years. The celebrities who live there must bear the treatment fee ten times higher than that of ordinary patients. Correspondingly, the hospital will treat the patients according to the wishes of the patients and absolutely protect the privacy of the patients.

"This confidentiality work is very secretive. The main reason is that the personnel training is not in place. With so many rookie doctors and nurses mixed in, I confessed myself in a few words." Wen Baifan bit the candy with his teeth until it creaked, " If it wasn't for the little nurse who insisted that my friend investigate the case, I wouldn't get involved in it."

Qiao Kejun chuckled, "Young people like to use their ideals to defend their professional dignity and imagination. If they meet someone with a heart and want to use the energy of this passion, as long as they make inappropriate personnel arrangements, they will be able to realize it." Manipulate. The rookie represents the power of destruction and new life, and it is also an existence that can be discarded at will."

All the facilities of Shengci Hospital are first-class, and even the decoration of the restaurant is so exquisite that it is not like ordinary hospital canteens.

In the spacious and comfortable booth, several women in white nurse uniforms were chatting quietly, enjoying a rare lunchtime leisure.

A nurse with particularly flat eyebrows covered her mouth and chuckled, and said in a low voice, "Is the head nurse early? Recently, she always scolded others. Let's talk about today. Ziyue was only a minute late, and she was in public." I scolded a bloody dog."

She rolled her eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the face of a middle-aged nurse, who was sipping a cup of steaming black tea with downcast eyes.

Another round-faced nurse who was about her age said indifferently: "The head nurse has always been very strict, and I can't stand people who are not punctual the most. Xiao Ziyue was scolded for a reason."

The middle-aged nurse put down the teacup, wiped her mouth lightly, and smiled casually: "You don't understand now. The key is not how late you are, but who is late. The head nurse is using this as an excuse." Her gaze swept over The few nurses present finally set their eyes on the nurse Dapingmei who spoke first, "Xiao Ziyue is still in the probationary period, and there is such a big incident as the suicide of an intensive care patient. The head nurse must not want her to stay." After that, of course we have to find ways to make things difficult for her to resign voluntarily."

Nurse Pingmei covered her mouth and smiled: "Oh, it's really Sister Fu who is careful, you can see that. But it's really strange, shouldn't all the nurses in charge of the special inpatient department assign tasks according to their qualifications and abilities, and the head nurse actually called the nurses by name?" Let Xiao Ziyue come to take care of such an important patient as Mr. Rong. Not to mention me, although I came a few months earlier than Ziyue, at least I have passed the probationary period. It depends on the seniors present. In terms of seniority, it is impossible for her to be Xiao Ziyue. Yue, but the head nurse ranks behind such a newcomer."

Speaking of this, several older nurses also looked quite aggrieved.Some of them couldn't help but sneered and said: "I just want to win over my own people. You didn't see that the newcomer has always followed the lead of the head nurse. When we were chatting, we asked her about Mr. Rong's condition, but she kept silent. Say something like 'I have the responsibility to protect the patient's privacy', 'I will report the situation directly to the head nurse'... That attitude is really annoying, and I feel disgusted when I think about it!"

"Yeah, I despise this kind of face the most. I only know how to hug my thighs and flatter!" Everyone's disgust towards Xiao Ziyue was surprisingly consistent.

"However, she might regret it now, hehe. The yellow-haired girl thought that the head nurse was going to promote her. She was stupid, but she was going to push her out as a shield. She really took herself seriously."

"Young people, you have to suffer a little to know how to grow up." The nurse surnamed Fu said pointedly.She is the deputy head nurse, but because of this embarrassing surname, everyone calls her "Sister Fu", which is a little more cordial.

"But having said that, this time Mrs. Fu died within three hours after the operation, will the head nurse be held accountable for improper care? After all, she is the person in charge of nursing." Someone lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Guess what?" , She is in a bad mood recently, could it be that she has been pressured by her superiors?"

Sister Fu lowered her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and said slowly, "Let me tell you, it's better not to discuss this kind of thing."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Let me tell you, if the head nurse is demoted, sister Fu, you are the most competitive candidate." The flat-browed nurse who raised the topic laughed, "Don't wait until then." Forget covering us little ones."

"Girl, what are you talking about?" The deputy head nurse gave her a reproachful look.

The lunch break stipulated by Feng Baoyi was very limited, and the group of nurses got together to finish their meal, chatted and then dispersed.When a group of white-clothed angels walked out of the restaurant, the flow of people dining had just begun to increase.

Unexpectedly, in the booth behind where they left just now, a person clenched his fist, and his neatly manicured nails sank deeply into the palm of his hand.

"They went too far." Xiao Ziyue's eyes were reddish, and she bit her lower lip, "I don't believe the head nurse would do such a thing.

"But you see, the head nurse doesn't approve of your doubts about Dr. Ma Qiu." Wen Baifan dug out a large spoonful of Black Forest cake and happily put it in his mouth.

Qiao Kejun sipped his coffee and didn't speak.He thought of Shen Siyuan. Back then, he also had great respect for the old dean, thinking that he would not do such a thing.But looking back now, he had to admit that he was a little ridiculously wrong.

Pushing a rebellious newcomer to the forefront is a trick some people are used to.If rookies ride the wind and waves, the superiors are their benefactors, and in case the other party sinks accidentally, these people can also retreat without suffering any loss.

Glancing at the stubborn expression on Xiao Ziyue's face, Qiao Kejun sighed helplessly in his heart.

"My suspicion is not for no reason." Xiao Ziyue argued, "Mr. Rong Guang himself said this sentence. He said on the second day after waking up after the operation, he never thought that in my life, I would be here to the end at the hands of the doctor."

Qiao Kejun put down his coffee and said with a half-smile: "Do you have doubts about Dr. Ma Qiu's ability?"

"I'm just a nurse, I don't know." Xiao Ziyue lowered his head and murmured, "But since Mr. Rong Guang, as an authority in the academic world, said so, there must be a reason for him."

Qiao Kejun and Wen Baifan looked at each other.

"As far as I know, Mr. Rong Guang verbally refused surgical treatment under any circumstances when he was admitted to the hospital." Wen Baifan said to Xiao Ziyue, "But later, the family members followed Dr. Ma's suggestion and signed a letter of intent for surgery."

Xiao Ziyue nodded: "Yes, it is Mr. Rong Guang's son who signed. He is unwilling to watch his father die like this."

"Isn't the system policy of your hospital's special inpatient department always based on the patient's own treatment wishes?" Wen Baifan emphasized the words "patients themselves". "Many people pay high fees for this."

"Any patient comes to the hospital for the purpose of curing the disease. Isn't the patient's life more important than these cold so-called institutional policies?" Xiao Ziyue's eyes were full of puzzlement, and his voice raised a little. "Mr. Rong was suffering physically and mentally from the disease, so he said the frustrating words that he was unwilling to undergo surgery. I think medical staff should not blindly follow blindly for profit, but should insist on telling patients the pros and cons."

Qiao Kejun sneered and said, "Aren't you still emphasizing Rong Guang's authoritative status just now? Then you think that Dr. Rong, who is a well-known brain specialist in China, has a stronger impression of the pros and cons of the so-called treatment methods than your hearsay?" Clear and thorough?" He responded without haste, "Since you think that reluctance to undergo surgery is an honorable desperation and you should not listen to it, then how can you conclude that the so-called 'life is ruined by the attending doctor' is not What about his other frustrating words?"

Xiao Ziyue moved her lips, eager to defend herself, but she couldn't find anything to refute him after searching her brain, so she just lowered her head silently.In fact, the head nurse also told her about the same thing, but the analysis was not so thorough, but her attitude was more severe, and she was quite dissatisfied with her blind guessing of Dr. Ma Qiu's behavior.

Xiao Ziyue felt very wronged immediately, she was wholeheartedly thinking of the patients from the standpoint of them, but no one appreciated her innocence and courage.

After a while, it was Wen Baifan who broke the deadlock. He asked, "What did the deceased do on the day the accident happened?"

Xiao Ziyue thought for a while and recalled: "Mr. Rong met two people. The one who came to visit in the morning was his son, and the one who came in the afternoon was a lawyer. The man brought a small black safe, and I only heard After a few conversations, it seems that Mr. Rong asked him to help him take it out of the bank, but he didn’t know what was in it. Later, according to the police officer who handled the case, the murder weapon was hidden in this safe.”

"After meeting these two people, did the deceased act strangely?"

Xiao Ziyue pondered for a while, then suddenly thought of something: "Around before dinner, Mr. Rong asked me to bring him a pair of medical rubber gloves."

"Did he say what he was using it for?"

"I didn't dare to ask. Since the operation, Mr. Rong Guang's temperament has changed drastically, and his temper has become moody."

"Big change in temperament?" Qiao Kejun looked at her fixedly.

Xiao Ziyue flinched slightly, not daring to look at him. This man was so handsome, but exuded a cold aura all over his body, and his tone of voice inexplicably reminded her of that stern, almost cruel head nurse.

Wen Baifan glanced at Qiao Kejun, who had a serious face, and said gently to Xiao Ziyue, "Describe his mental state in detail."

Xiao Ziyue recalled it carefully, and said carefully, "Mr. Rong used to be an old man with a gentle temper, although he was unsmiling. But since he woke up after the operation, he has become irritable and irritable, often getting angry for no reason. When he is alone, he still talks to himself, like... talking to the hallucinations in the air. If I accidentally disturb his solitude, Mr. Rong will throw things around and yell at me, but the mood After calming down, he will apologize again, I feel like he can't control his emotions at all, so I'm a little scared."