HLM – Chapter 228 Wang Bo Gets Falsely Accused

Wang Bo had Atulu follow him to copy the dashcam footage. Then, he called Chief Smith. “Hey man, it’s Wang. Start scanning all city surveillance immediately — a silver Nissan GTR was involved in a hit-and-run!”

Chief Smith was experienced with these kinds of cases. He replied, “No problem, I’m on it right away!”

They weren’t far from the town. About twenty minutes later, an ambulance rushed to the scene. A doctor and two male nurses got out to assess the situation. The doctor barked, “Blood type test, now! Start a transfusion — emergency protocol No. 2!”

Wang Bo helped carry the injured man, who had been stabilized on a stretcher, into the ambulance. At that moment, the man once again pointed at him and muttered unclearly, “Don’t let him go… it was him, he did it…”

The doctor turned to Wang Bo and asked, “Are you the driver who hit them?”

Wang Bo clipped his badge to his belt and said, “No way — I’m a cop.”

The doctor nodded in realization. “Then this man is likely suffering from a concussion, experiencing hallucinations or cognitive confusion. He’s in critical condition — please come along with us.”

Left with no choice, Wang Bo followed them to Auckland Hospital. Since the injured man’s relatives couldn’t be contacted, as the officer handling the scene, Wang had to stay and assist.

Not long after he arrived, a local cop named Robert showed up. He greeted Wang Bo and asked, “Hey Wang, how’s it looking?”

Wang Bo gestured toward the emergency room. “They’re trying to save them. Damn it, the situation’s really bad. External injuries are severe, internal injuries unclear. What about the GTR?”

Robert made a troubled face. “Sorry, man. No leads yet. We checked every camera along Highway 8 leading into town — no sign of a Nissan GTR.”

“What about other sports cars?”

“Just one BMW Z4. We checked it — it’s clean. Nothing else.”

Wang Bo rubbed his nose. Things were getting weird. Had the GTR just vanished into thin air? New Zealand’s surveillance system was quite comprehensive. Highway 8 had speed cameras at regular intervals — it was nearly impossible for a car to pass unnoticed.

This left only one possibility: the two people who provided the information might’ve lied.

Now they had to wait. Atulu had taken the dashcam footage to the local police station for analysis. If the GTR showed up on it, then the two hadn’t lied, and the police would have to investigate further.

The results came back soon. Sure enough, the footage showed a silver-gray GTR — but it hadn’t driven into Auckland. They’d have to review surveillance from Highway 8.

Two hours later, the surgery was done. Wang Bo and Robert asked the chief surgeon, “Doctor, how are the two victims?”

The doctor, wiping away sweat, replied, “Not good. The male is relatively better. He has a fractured brow ridge, forehead, and nose bridge, lost five teeth, fractured his left hand and leg, and needs a meniscus removed from his right knee. The skin on his back is completely damaged, with some muscle necrosis…”

“That’s better?”

“Relatively. God bless, there’s no internal damage — it’s mostly external trauma. He can recover in about a year. The real problem is the female victim. She suffered blunt-force trauma to the head, and her intracranial pressure has already risen. I performed a drainage operation, but the follow-up surgery will need to be done in Dunedin or Christchurch — we can’t handle it here.”

Wang Bo gasped. The injuries were horrible.

A few minutes later, the male victim came out of anesthesia. A doctor, looking a bit uneasy, motioned them over.

Wang Bo stepped forward, but the doctor shook his head. “Officer Robert, please.”

Robert went over and listened to the doctor whisper something. His face froze in disbelief.

Wang Bo frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Robert also frowned. “Hard to say yet — let’s go to the ward. There’s something up.”

The female victim had been transferred to the ICU. The male victim was now conscious, lying in bed with an oxygen tube in his nose.

Robert brought Wang Bo into the ward. As soon as the injured man saw them, he grew agitated and pointed a trembling finger at Wang Bo, rasping weakly, “It was him… he hit me… it was him…”

Wang Bo froze. He looked around — there was only one doctor nearby. He pointed at himself and said, “What? Me? I hit you? What are you talking about?”

Robert motioned for him to calm down, then turned to the injured man. “Sir, I’m Officer Robert from Auckland Police. Look at my fingers — how many?”

“Four!”

“And now?”

“Two!”

“Okay, so you’re conscious, no cognitive issues? No hallucinations?”

“Yes, I’m very clear. It was this Asian guy who hit me! It was him!”

Wang Bo’s heart sank. He instantly realized what had happened — he was being falsely accused.

It was obvious now: the doctor had heard this earlier from the man and passed it on to Robert.

Robert had tried to ask for more info, but the man was too weak to say much — only his name and nationality.

His name was Namik Ali Hanyani, from Indonesia. He and his wife had just immigrated to New Zealand and were planning to cycle around the South Island — until the accident.

Robert found his visa in his wallet. After verifying it, he asked, “Mr. Namik, you say this man hit you. Do you remember what kind of car he was driving?”

“I don’t remember. There was also a fat Asian guy. They both hit me.”

“Are you sure you remember their faces clearly? Could you have been confused? Maybe when they got out to help you, you saw them and thought they were the ones who hit you?” Robert asked gently.

Namik insisted, “No, no — it was definitely them! He has to pay the medical bills!”

Wang Bo’s expression darkened. He said, “Maybe you should wait until you’re more stable before making accusations. I’m not going to hold your words against you for now — I assume you’re still hallucinating.”

Namik struggled to sit up, eyes wide. “It was you! I remember clearly!”

A nearby doctor couldn’t take it anymore. “But he’s a police officer — the one who’s handling your case and the one who called the ambulance for you…”

Hearing that, Namik’s eyes grew even wider. Wang Bo calmly unclipped his badge from his belt and pinned it to his chest, tapping it. “Sorry, sir — you’re clearly mistaken. I have absolute proof that I did nothing wrong.”