SFTD -Chapter 406 White Spots Reappeared (Part 47)

Doctor Xu took the printed photo from Xiao Qian and examined it again carefully, seemingly lost in thought. After several seconds, he slowly shook his head.

“I really don’t remember this person. There are simply too many patients in outpatient care. I can’t recall him specifically. However, I do remember these medical records your colleague found. These patients all gave up on surgery.”

Zhou Hai moved closer to the phone.

“Doctor Xu, among these patients, was there anyone with a disability in the right hand?”

Doctor Xu froze for a moment. Xiao Qian quickly handed him a photo of a hand. Doctor Xu studied it closely.

Then he shook his head firmly.

“No.”

This time it was Zhou Hai who looked surprised, but he didn’t give up. He turned and walked to the whiteboard, pointing the phone camera at the autopsy results of the fake Yang Duxiu.

“Take a look. This patient had undergone gallbladder removal surgery and suffered from gastritis, duodenal ulcers, chronic cholecystitis, intestinal polyps, liver nodules, liver fibrosis, and pathological changes in the lungs. Even if these conditions weren’t fully reflected in the medical records, he definitely would’ve mentioned them during consultation.”

Doctor Xu brought the phone closer and examined it carefully. Suddenly realization dawned on him.

“Oh! I remember now. There was a patient who fit this description quite well. But I didn’t notice whether his right hand was disabled.”

As he spoke, he walked to his desk and flipped through a consultation notebook. The handwriting looked like alien script, making Xiao Qian beside him break out in cold sweat. He swallowed the offer to help.

“With handwriting like this, there’s really no way I can help decipher it!”

Doctor Xu burst out laughing, instantly sweeping away some of his earlier exhaustion.

“You little brat. You come asking for help and still insult me? Doctors’ handwriting is Martian text. Got a problem with it? Figure it out yourself.”

Xiao Qian looked utterly miserable and quickly bowed toward him.

“Doctor Xu, I was wrong! Please continue!”

Doctor Xu chuckled and kept flipping through the notebook. A moment later, his finger stopped on one page. Zhou Hai and Hu Nan instinctively leaned toward the screen and held their breath.

“This is the one. He brought all his scans and test results himself. I advised him to be hospitalized for surgery. I remember someone accompanying him—looked like a doctor too. But instead of encouraging him to seek treatment, that man seemed to only want to verify his own conclusion. He said to the patient, ‘Now you’ve finally given up, haven’t you?’

“I remember the tone very clearly. It’s rare to see family members actively persuading patients to abandon treatment.”

Zhou Hai immediately asked,

“When did this person come? Where was he from? Is there any record of his name?”

Doctor Xu flipped back a page and stared at his notebook, seemingly struggling to decipher even his own handwriting.

“He came on July 10th this year. Didn’t say where he was from, but the scans had the abbreviation ‘DN’ on them. I marked it down here. It should’ve been examinations done at a hospital in Dongnan. The name was Zhang Yong. Oh right, we installed consultation recording equipment in the outpatient department back in July. I’ll have someone retrieve the footage!”

As he spoke, Doctor Xu stood up and made a phone call. The video feed on their side paused.

Hu Nan glanced at Zhou Hai.

“Don’t get anxious. These two people are probably Yang Duxiu and his cousin Su Mule.”

Zhou Hai nodded.

“They went to the provincial cancer hospital for a follow-up consultation, but it was really to make Su Mule give up hope and obediently become his substitute corpse. Tell them to find the consultation footage from that day as quickly as possible and send it over.”

As Zhou Hai spoke, he bit his lip slightly, as though realizing he had overlooked something earlier. Then he turned and walked out of the office.

Although Hu Nan didn’t know what he intended to do, she still quickly arranged everything according to Zhou Hai’s instructions, apparently trying to verify Doctor Xu’s statement.

Just after the video call ended, Hu Nan received a video file labeled with the date. She opened it and began fast-forwarding through the footage. The camera had been installed at the side of the oncology outpatient doctor’s desk.

From the angle of the video, the entire consultation room could be clearly seen. One patient after another entered under the support of family members, consulting with the doctor.

After leaving the office, Zhou Hai headed straight to the third-floor laboratory department. A young lab technician opened the door for him. The moment he looked up and saw Zhou Hai, he immediately pressed himself against the wall respectfully.

At that moment, Zhou Hai had no mood for pleasantries. He walked directly to Sister Zeng’s small laboratory.

She was busy working there, chewing noisily on a biscuit.

Hearing movement, she looked up and saw Zhou Hai standing at the doorway. She hurriedly waved him over, but her mouth was too dry to speak. She quickly grabbed her cup and drank several mouthfuls of water before finally freeing her voice.

“Zhou Hai, come in. Have you found anything?”

Zhou Hai walked straight to her side and rubbed his chin awkwardly.

Not once had Sister Zeng complained. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from exhaustion, and her entire body radiated fatigue, yet she was still concerned about whether they had discovered new evidence.

He pursed his lips and pointed at the genetic chart on the monitor.

“It’s not exactly a new discovery. We just learned that the deceased went to the provincial cancer hospital for a follow-up examination this July. He didn’t choose active treatment. He only went to confirm the diagnosis before leaving. I was thinking—someone with liver cancer this advanced, with intestinal metastasis… the pain would be unbearable without intervention or treatment.”

Sister Zeng blinked and followed Zhou Hai’s train of thought.

“You mean the deceased relied on powerful painkillers… or drugs… to maintain daily life?”

Zhou Hai nodded forcefully.

“Let’s do a rapid toxicology test.”

Sister Zeng immediately got moving without hesitation. Such rapid testing was extremely simple. She didn’t know what Zhou Hai was trying to prove, but since she could help, she didn’t bother asking questions.

This was a laboratory, so there was no need for ordinary test kits. Sister Zeng directly extracted a drop of the deceased’s intracardiac blood and dripped it into a testing cup before pressing the start button.

The machine quickly began operating. This kind of detector could identify a large variety of narcotics and wasn’t limited by the reagents in standard test kits.

Sister Zeng glanced at Zhou Hai and saw him staring intently at the machine.

“We already performed a toxicology test before,” she said. “But there wasn’t a narcotics screening option, so we didn’t find anything abnormal. The only issue was excessive lead levels. Did you discover something?”

Zhou Hai shook his head, then suddenly seemed to think of something. His eyes lit up.

“The victim’s liver cancer was already terminal and had metastasized. If someone wanted to control a person like that, this would be the most effective method.

Otherwise, how could they make him obediently commit suicide?

But I didn’t find any needle marks on his arms or body, so it obviously wasn’t injected drugs. That only leaves inhalation.

I remember the victim’s dental calculus was sent over too!”

Sister Zeng nodded.

“I remember it being delivered.”

She immediately began searching. Before long, she found the bag containing the dental calculus inside a massive evidence box.

At that moment, the rapid test finished with a sharp ding.

Zhou Hai walked over as the machine automatically printed the test results.

Just as expected.

The deceased’s blood contained a high concentration of methamphetamine—ice.

Such an alarmingly high concentration…

Had he taken drugs shortly before his death?