After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

A special investigation team was dispatched to the capital.

These words, like an invisible mountain, instantly pressed down on the small office.

Ye Zhen tightened her grip on the water glass, causing subtle ripples to appear on the surface of the water.

The trouble has escalated. The local scoundrels have become the King of Hell from the capital.

Gu Zheng's expression was more solemn than ever before. His fearless and reckless spirit had been replaced by something deeper and more repressed.

"When will they arrive?" Ye Zhen asked, her voice steady.

"They're already on their way." Gu Zheng's gaze fell on her face, his dark eyes churning with turmoil. "The team leader this time is Qian Weiguo. He was one of my father's old subordinates."

Ye Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

An old subordinate? That's a delicate relationship. Is he here to help, or to cause trouble?

"What kind of person is he?"

Gu Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile: "A... old fox who's been professionally smoothing things over for thirty years."

Got it, a smiling tiger, the most troublesome kind.

Gu Zheng looked at her and suddenly found it somewhat amusing. This woman always managed to pinpoint the key points accurately and then summarize them with the most concise inner monologue.

He was about to say something when the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

It wasn't a knock, it was a push.

Li Jian stood at the door with a livid face, followed by a man wearing a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair and black-rimmed glasses, who looked like an old scholar.

The man was around sixty years old, with a warm smile on his face, but his eyes were like searchlights. As soon as he entered, he slowly scanned the area before finally landing precisely on Ye Zhen.

He is Qian Weiguo.

"Hey, young Gu!" Qian Weiguo walked in with a smile, extending his hand. "Years have passed, and you're still as hot-tempered as ever. What, you don't even greet your old uncle?"

His tone was as warm as if he were a close relative, but the outstretched hand went straight past Gu Zheng and towards Ye Zhen behind him.

This is a show of force.

He ignored Gu Zheng, the commander who held military power, and directly targeted Ye Zhen, the "suspect".

Gu Zheng's face instantly turned cold.

He didn't move or speak, but subtly took a small step to the side with his uninjured leg, blocking Ye Zhen and Qian Weiguo.

Qian Weiguo's outstretched hand awkwardly froze in mid-air.

The air in the office instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Team Leader Qian," Gu Zheng finally spoke, his voice icy cold, "You think you can just touch my people like that?"

[The mad dog mode has been activated again... But well done.] Ye Zhen mentally gave Gu Zheng a thumbs up.

Qian Weiguo's smile froze for a moment, then widened again. He slowly withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"Young Gu, don't misunderstand." He turned to Ye Zhen with a smile, "I just wanted to say hello to Ye Zhen, the 'key figure' in our case."

He emphasized the words "key figure" with a heavy, rounded tone, conveying a profound meaning.

"I am Ye Zhen." Ye Zhen stepped out from behind Gu Zheng, her gaze calmly meeting Qian Weiguo's scrutiny.

She was neither intimidated by the other party's official authority nor backed down because of Gu Zheng's protection. She just stood there, her white coat impeccably worn, like a poplar tree standing firm in a storm.

"Team Leader Qian, hello." She nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly. "I am Team Leader Ji's attending physician. If you have any professional questions about his condition or Political Commissar Zhang's cause of death, you can ask me at any time. But right now, I need to return to the ICU; my patient cannot leave me."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

It was concise and to the point, without a single wasted word.

"Stop!" Li Jian shouted sternly.

Qian Weiguo raised his hand to stop Li Jian. He looked at Ye Zhen's back and spoke with a smile, his voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"Expert Ye, don't rush off. I happen to have a few documents here that I'd like to ask you, as a 'professional,' to take a look at."

He slowly took out several documents from his briefcase and handed them to Xiao Wang.

"One document is Comrade Zhang Zhenguo's medical examination report before his death. It clearly states that he was allergic to sulfonamide drugs, but had no history of allergy to penicillin."

"The other document is a joint consultation opinion from three authoritative forensic doctors at the Capital Military Medical Center, based on the on-site photos and preliminary reports we provided."

He paused, pushed up his glasses, and smiled like an old fox.

"Their opinions are highly consistent: the deceased died from an acute drug allergy, and the allergen was most likely penicillin. The injection method was intravenous bolus. The time of death coincides closely with the time of your conflict at the ICU entrance."

With each word he spoke, Li Jian straightened his back a little more.

This is an authoritative appraisal from the capital, irrefutable proof!

Now let's see how you try to argue!

Ye Zhen took the document and quickly flipped through it.

The report is very professional, and the conclusions are impeccable.

If Political Commissar Zhang really did die from a penicillin allergy.

All eyes were on Ye Zhen, waiting to see her expression as she was crushed by the irrefutable evidence.

However, Ye Zhen simply closed the file, looked up, and calmly posed a question that no one had expected.

"Team Leader Qian," she looked at him, her gaze sharp as a knife, "since you've concluded he died from a penicillin allergy, why not conduct an autopsy immediately?"

For the first time, a crack appeared in Qian Weiguo's smile.

Ye Zhen didn't give him a chance to react, and pressed on at lightning speed: "In cases of death from acute anaphylactic shock, an autopsy will reveal severe edema of the laryngeal and bronchial mucosa, acute emphysema of the lungs, and widespread internal organ congestion. These are all specific indicators that cannot be faked."

She took a step forward, exuding an imposing aura.

"You are now making a big fuss about a bunch of indirect evidence, such as photo consultations and allergy history reports, but you are avoiding talking about the most direct and authoritative autopsy evidence."

Her voice suddenly rose, like a scalpel, precisely dissecting the core of this farce.

"Is it that you dare not, or that you cannot? Or perhaps you know very well that once an autopsy is performed, this charade of framing will completely fall apart?!"

"Outrageous!" Li Jian trembled with anger at her words. "You're questioning the special investigation team!"

"I'm not questioning you, I'm stating the facts," Ye Zhen retorted, meeting his anger head-on. "Medicine is all about evidence. A death certificate without an autopsy report is just a piece of waste paper!"

The office was deathly silent.

Qian Weiguo looked at the woman in front of him, and for the first time, a genuine look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had seen far too many people who either groveled before power or trembled in fear.

But I've never seen a woman like her who dares to use her expertise to challenge authority.

Just then, Gu Zheng smiled.

He leaned on his cane and slowly walked to Qian Weiguo's side. He bent down and whispered a sentence in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Uncle Qian, my dad asked me to pass on a message to you."

Qian Weiguo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Gu Zheng's voice carried a hint of cruel mockery: "He said, at your age, if you still can't tell which boat to board and which to capsize... then all your hard work in smoothing things over in this life has been for nothing."

Qian Weiguo's pupils suddenly contracted!

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Gu Zheng. The smile on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a complex expression of fear, apprehension, and disbelief.

Gu Zheng straightened up, no longer looking at him, but turning to look at Ye Zhen, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and... a hint of pride that he himself was unaware of.

He looked at her and suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"Ye Zhen, didn't you want to see the autopsy report?"

He gave a wildly arrogant laugh and said, word by word.

"I'll take you to the scene right now and perform the autopsy myself!"