Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The cleaning truck was parked in the middle of the corridor.

The wheels were still swaying gently, and the caregiver's hand froze beside the lower partition, his fingertips just half an inch away from the gray rag.

Qi Tongwei kept his gun barrel firmly pressed down, the sound colder than the white lights on the hospital wall.

"Take your hands off the car."

The caregiver did not look up.

He was wearing a light blue nursing uniform with a temporary name tag pinned to his chest, and a mask covering half his face. The field nurses in the corridor had already reached for their waists, and the nurse on duty stood behind the nurses' station, her face gradually losing color.

Qi Tongwei didn't look at the field workers; the muzzle of his gun was still pointed at the caregiver's chest.

"Everyone stay where you are."

The field staff stopped.

The caregiver's shoulders slumped slightly, as if preparing to cooperate. But the next second, he suddenly flicked his toe, and the entire cleaning cart tipped over.

Buckets, rags, and garbage bags were scattered all over the ground.

The metal tray rolled to the corner, making a piercing creak. A hidden compartment under the car was lifted, and a pistol with a silencer slid out, spinning halfway in the light.

There was also a small spray bottle next to it, the label torn off, leaving only the liquid sloshing around inside the transparent bottle.

The field staff instinctively rushed forward.

"Don't move!"

Qi Tongwei's shout froze people in place.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the cleaning cart falling to the ground, the caregiver suddenly lowered his body, his right hand grabbing the gun, while his left hand was already reaching for the spray.

Qi Tongwei did not fire.

This is a hospital corridor. Team Leader Ma is lying in the treatment room, with nurses, doctors, an evidence box, and a whole scene that could be used against him at any time.

He slid a step to the side, the muzzle of the gun following the caregiver's shoulder line.

"What he wants is chaos; don't give him a second chance."

Lu Yike had already turned on the recording at the other end of the corridor.

She didn't retreat towards the elevator or call for help. Instead, she held the evidence box in front of her, moved her heels back to the door of the treatment room, and the camera steadily focused on the gun on the ground and the caregiver's hand.

"Live recording begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the caregiver grabbed the spray and lunged forward, keeping his body close to the ground.

The nozzle was not aligned with Qi Tongwei.

He rushed into the treatment room.

Team Leader Ma is inside.

The on-duty doctor had barely poked half his body out of the doorway when the caregiver had already raised the sprayer. Lu Yike backed away, clutching the box, her shoulder bumping against the wall, but the camera didn't pan.

"Armed individuals attempted to storm the protected witness handling room."

Qi Tongwei's left arm bandage was soaked with blood.

He didn't pursue them head-on.

There was a blind spot at the corner of the ward, where the surveillance cameras couldn't capture the half-meter-wide base of the wall. By the time the caregiver rushed past the wreckage of the cleaning cart, Qi Tongwei had already pressed himself against the wall.

The caregiver had only completed half of raising the gun when his wrist was gripped by a hand as strong as an iron clamp.

Qi Tongwei twisted his arm against the wall, the muzzle of the gun grazing Lu Yike half a foot in front of him. The silencer hit the wall with a muffled thud, leaving a white mark on the broken tile.

The nurse had barely screamed when a field clerk covered her mouth and led her into the duty room.

The caregiver shoved his shoulder backward and then slammed his knee into Qi Tongwei's wound on his left arm.

That shot was very accurate.

Qi Tongwei's brow twitched slightly, and blood gushed out from under the gauze, dripping down his sleeve onto the floor tiles.

But his right hand did not loosen its grip.

He shoved the caregiver into the corner of the corridor with his body, his knee pressing against the back of the caregiver's knee, and with his left hand, enduring the tearing pain, he grabbed the caregiver's chin and twisted it backward.

The caregiver let out a muffled groan and clenched his teeth.

Qi Tongwei's eyes darkened.

There's something in my mouth.

He used his thumb to pry open the other person's jawbone, forcefully pushing away the biting force.

The field staff rushed forward and handcuffed the caregiver's wrists. The caregiver's face turned purple, and white foam seeped from the corners of her mouth.

"doctor!"

The on-duty doctor rushed over with a first-aid kit, and his expression immediately changed when he saw the broken pills in the man's mouth.

"Gastric lavage, quick, prepare for gastric lavage."

The caregiver was still struggling when he was forced onto the mobile bed. Qi Tongwei pressed down on his chin with one hand and handed the silenced pistol he had taken from him to the field agent with the other.

"Catch it while wearing gloves."

The field operative's face was covered in sweat. He handled the gun with extreme care, as if he were handling a piece of iron that would bite, not evidence.

Lu Yike walked to the cleaning truck but didn't touch anything.

She first took panoramic photos, then photos of the gun positions, spray bottles, and hidden compartment structures, and finally photos of the caregiver's name tag.

A temporary pass was affixed to the back of the employee ID card.

It has a red stamp on it.

Logistical support for the joint review team.

The edges of the seal have a slight double image, and the ink appears to float on the paper; it looks very fake.

Lu Yike put on gloves and tucked the pass into the transparent evidence bag.

"One firearm, one bottle of suspected tranquilizer spray, one forged pass, and two original copies of the on-site video footage."

She looked up at the duty officer. Chapter 289: The cleaning cart overturned, and the gun muzzle rolled under the light.

The cleaning truck was parked in the middle of the corridor, its wheels still trembling slightly.

The caregiver's hand froze at the lower edge, her fingertips less than two inches from the gray rag. The hospital's on-duty nurse stood behind the nurses' station, her medical record folder hanging in mid-air, not even the sound of turning pages could be heard.

Qi Tongwei's gun barrel did not tremble.

"Take your hands off the car."

The caregiver kept her head down, her mask covering half her face, revealing only her eyes. Those eyes first glanced at the door of the treatment room, then swept over the two field staff behind Qi Tongwei.

Qi Tongwei lowered his voice.

"Everyone stay where you are."

One of the field agents had already placed his hand on his holster and leaned his shoulder forward slightly.

Qi Tongwei caught a glimpse of his movements out of the corner of his eye, and his voice suddenly turned somber.

"Don't move."

The fieldwork was abruptly halted.

The caregiver slowly raised his hand, as if finally giving up. But just as it reached chest level, he suddenly hooked his toe and kicked hard at the brake lever on the side of the cleaning cart.

The cleaning truck overturned completely.

Plastic buckets, mops, disinfectant bottles, and scrap gauze rolled out together. The bottommost panel was knocked open, and a pistol with a silencer slid onto the floor tiles, its black barrel spinning half a circle under the light.

There was also a silver-gray spray can next to it, with medical tape wrapped around the opening.

The nurse finally let out a short scream.

The caregiver lunged at the gun.

The field staff rushed forward simultaneously.

Qi Tongwei's voice drowned out the screams and the clatter of wheels hitting the ground.

"stop!"

The field clerk's toes had already crossed the first paving stone line when he heard the sound, and his body suddenly stopped.

Qi Tongwei didn't look at him; the gun barrel remained locked on the caregiver.

"What he wants is chaos; don't give him a second chance."

The caregiver's fingers touched the gun handle, but before he could grip it tightly, Qi Tongwei had already kicked it away. The pistol slid along the ground towards the corner of the wall and crashed into the base of the fire extinguisher box.

Instead of chasing after the gun, the caregiver turned and rushed towards the treatment room.

Behind the treatment room door, Team Leader Ma had just had his wound stitched up, and the anesthesia hadn't completely worn off. A pale face peeked out from the small window in the door, and the on-duty doctor was preparing to draw the curtain.

Lu Yike took a half step back while holding the evidence box, her shoulder bumping against the IV stand against the wall. She didn't let go; with her other hand, she restarted the video recording on her phone, pointing the camera at the caregiver.

"Witnessed on-site by the Handong Provincial Procuratorate."

Her voice was exceptionally clear in the corridor.

"Attention all personnel at the scene: The suspect is attempting to storm the witness processing room with a weapon. The incident is being recorded on video."