SFTD -Chapter 375 White Spots Reappear (Part 16)

Zhou Hai froze for a moment, suddenly feeling a dull throb in his head. They had already explained it on the way here—they were simply coming to verify with the two of them whether they had any impression of the five patients.

He had repeated it the whole way, and now they had completely forgotten it and were about to detain people outright—did they think this was some Hong Kong police-and-gangster drama?

Before Zhou Hai could even speak, Xu Biao sighed from the side.

“Hey, what exactly are you thinking in that head of yours?”

“Did you eat too many pies or something, and clog up your brain circuits?”

“As long as we confirm the person is here, we just need to talk to them. Of course, if the talk doesn’t go well, we can apply a bit of pressure—but don’t just jump in and arrest them right away.”

Da Liu scratched his head when he heard this, as if they really had discussed it that way earlier. He knocked his own head and smiled at Zhou Hai.

“Alright, let’s do it that way.”

He went back to explain to Wang Bin, and the group headed toward the inpatient building at the back.

Just after passing a patch of flowers, a man wearing glasses walked from west to east. He had a round face with very prominent jaw muscles. The moment he looked up, he noticed several police officers.

He couldn’t help but take a few extra glances. Wang Bin slowed down slightly, turned his head, covered his mouth with his hand, and said quietly to Zhou Hai:

“That’s Zhang Yu.”

“Should we—”

Zhou Hai didn’t speak, only nodded slightly. Wang Bin and Da Liu understood each other very well; they exchanged a glance and immediately moved forward, blocking Zhang Yu from both sides.

Da Liu was very direct—he reached out and grabbed the work badge on Zhang Yu’s chest. The pin at the back snapped off, and he handed the ID to Xu Biao.

Xu Biao sighed. He could only endure it—this was probably Da Liu’s most “gentle” approach.

He looked at the badge. It was indeed Zhang Yu, a doctor from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

Wang Bin was relatively polite. He gave a loud, formal salute to the visibly panicked Zhang Yu.

“Hello, Dr. Zhang!”

Zhang Yu looked at them, nervous and unsure what to do. He raised his hand, trying to imitate Da Liu’s salute, then felt it wasn’t right and awkwardly responded:

“Uh… hello.”

“These three are leaders from the Dongnan Municipal Bureau. They have a few questions for you. Would it be convenient to talk?”

Zhang Yu was confused, but still nodded. At a time like this, who would dare say it was inconvenient?

All of them were police officers in uniform—was he looking for trouble otherwise?

But looking at the hospital courtyard, he felt it would be too public to talk there. Within fifteen minutes, the whole hospital would know he had been taken away by the police, and rumors would spread like wildfire—corruption, complaints from patients’ families, all kinds of stories.

Zhang Yu looked around. The meeting room direction seemed empty and relatively hidden. He quickly smiled at Da Liu.

“Officer, how about we talk in the meeting room?”

Da Liu didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to look at Zhou Hai. Seeing Zhou Hai didn’t object and only closed his eyes briefly, he nodded to Zhang Yu.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Zhou Hai grabbed Wang Bin and glanced toward the inpatient building. Wang Bin immediately understood, raised both arms together and pointed toward the meeting room. Zhou Hai nodded.

Finally, there was someone more intelligent than Da Liu.

Wang Bin led his people away to look for Pang Chunmei—if anything went wrong during this time, it would be troublesome.

Soon, they arrived at the meeting room.

Zhou Hai placed a piece of paper in front of Zhang Yu. Da Liu sat beside Zhou Hai, while Xu Biao rolled his eyes at Da Liu and didn’t sit close, instead holding the case files of the three patients for Zhou Hai.

Zhou Hai looked at Zhang Yu and said: “We’re short on time, so I’ll get straight to the point. Do you recognize these people?”

Zhang Yu was still confused. He took the paper and looked at it, his expression becoming even more puzzled. The names seemed familiar—were they his patients?

But the police were here just to verify patient information?

Da Liu saw Zhang Yu frowning while staring at the paper and slammed his hand on the table. The folding table almost flipped over from the force, and Zhang Yu jumped in fright.

A police officer behind him patted his shoulder. He glanced back, then obediently sat down again.

After all, he was just a small doctor. So many police officers in front of him made him uneasy. He swallowed and looked at Zhou Hai, realizing he had no choice but to cooperate.

He nodded.

“I remember them. These three seem to have been my patients. What happened to them?”

Da Liu slammed the table again. Zhang Yu flinched once more, but this time didn’t jump up. He looked at Da Liu with grievance.

He didn’t understand—he was cooperating properly, so why this attitude?

Da Liu’s face darkened.

“You just answer the questions. Don’t ask anything!”

Zhang Yu quickly nodded.

“Got it. I won’t ask anymore.”

Zhou Hai tapped the table and gave Da Liu a warning glance. Da Liu immediately deflated and rubbed his nose.

“Alright, continue. Besides their normal hospitalization treatment, did you see them again afterward?”

Zhang Yu almost immediately shook his head.

“No. In traditional Chinese medicine, follow-up visits are usually required, but they never came back. Maybe they recovered well.”

When discussing medical matters, Zhang Yu became slightly more confident.

Zhou Hai looked at the paper. These were three different patients from different time periods. Even a doctor with a good memory might not recall every single patient he had treated. In that sense, Zhang Yu was already quite responsible.

“Do you have any other impressions of them?”

“For example, their personality?”

“Any particularly annoying habits?”

“Or any behavior you found especially contemptible?”

Zhang Yu was confused. He blinked and looked at Zhou Hai, not understanding the purpose of the question. As a doctor, his job was to treat illnesses and save lives.

A patient’s character had nothing to do with treatment, nor did he have the authority to judge them based on that.

“What do you mean? I don’t really understand.”

Zhou Hai tapped the table and raised his eyebrows.

“I mean literally. Do you have any other impressions of them besides treatment? For example, did anyone come to pick them up, or did different women visit them?”

Zhang Yu looked at him, unable to express his dissatisfaction, and could only try to recall.

After all, these were patients from before 2012, when his workload at the hospital was heavy.

As he thought, his expression suddenly changed.

“This Wang Chunsheng… I remember he seemed to be a designer. I’m not sure exactly what kind of design, but he seemed quite capable. Even during hospitalization, he brought work to do, and almost every day different women came to see him.”

“Of course, the women were almost different every day. Our head nurse even joked that although he didn’t look very handsome and was even balding, he was surprisingly good at attracting young women.”

“One of our young nurses even seemed to have a bit of a crush on him.”

“Is that helpful?”

Zhou Hai nodded.

“That’s good. Think again about the other two—see if there’s anything different.”

Zhang Yu, seeing Zhou Hai’s approval, let out a slight breath of relief. It seemed this visit wasn’t about anything serious—just checking patient history. That realization made him relax, and his mind started working more smoothly.

Looking at the names on the paper, he suddenly remembered something.

He pointed at the name “Dong Bin” and said:

“I don’t have much impression of Liu Yusong. I only know I treated a patient by that name before, but this Dong Bin—I remember him quite clearly. It seems an old man once came to see him.”

“I don’t know if this is useful information?”