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

The caregiver acted as if she hadn't heard, lowered her body, and pulled a thin syringe from her sleeve with her right hand.

Qi Tongwei saw the reflection in the syringe but did not fire.

This is a hospital corridor.

If you fire a shot, there might be a patient behind the wall.

His left foot stepped on the wet mop that had rolled out of the overturned cleaning cart. His shoe slipped, but he used the momentum to slide close to the corner of the wall. Just as the caregiver rushed to the door of the treatment room, Qi Tongwei cut out from the blind spot around the corner of the ward.

His right hand gripped the caregiver's wrist as she held the needle, while his left arm pressed down on her throat.

The caregiver reacted extremely quickly, kneeing Qi Tongwei in the abdomen. Qi Tongwei didn't dodge, taking the blow head-on. His body swayed slightly, but his fingers twisted sharply.

The syringe fell to the ground.

The caregiver reached behind her waist with her other hand.

Lu Yike's camera followed the shot.

"He still has something."

Qi Tongwei elbowed the caregiver in the chin, causing her head to hit the wall and her mask to slip off. Her face was ordinary, so ordinary that no one would give her a second glance in a crowd.

But suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched.

Qi Tongwei's eyes darkened, and he immediately grabbed Qi Tongwei's chin with his left hand.

Open your mouth.

The caregiver clenched her teeth, her Adam's apple bobbing as she began to swallow.

Qi Tongwei pressed his thumb into the man's jaw joint, while his other hand pressed down on the side of his neck, the force so strong it made the man's teeth ache. The caregiver's face flushed instantly, but he still swallowed.

"doctor!"

The emergency room doctor rushed out of the treatment room without even having time to change his gloves.

Qi Tongwei pinned the man to the ground, pressing his knees down on his shoulders and back.

"He has pills in his mouth, don't let him swallow them."

The doctor crouched down and used a mouth opener to pry open the caregiver's jaw. The caregiver struggled frantically, banging his head against the floor tiles, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and gums.

Qi Tongwei's left arm gauze was completely torn off, and blood dripped down his forearm onto the floor tiles, mixing with the spilled disinfectant to form a pale red stain.

Lu Yike's camera paused for half a second.

She saw the blood, but didn't lower her hand.

"Emergency treatment begins at 00:49."

The doctor removed half a broken pill from under the caregiver's tongue, and his expression changed.

"Gastric lavage, immediately."

"Alive."

Qi Tongwei pressed down on the caregiver, his voice flat.

"I want him to live long enough to speak."

Two nurses wheeled in a resuscitation bed. The field staff handcuffed the caregiver and added another restraint strap. The caregiver was still convulsing when he was lifted onto the bed, making a wheezing sound from his throat like a broken bellows.

The alarm lights in the corridor had long been turned off.

But silence is more oppressive than an alarm.

A hospital staff member on duty pointed with trembling hands to the overturned cleaning cart.

"This vehicle was temporarily assigned by logistics. I've never seen it before."

Lu Yike put on gloves and squatted down next to the cleaning truck. Instead of touching the gun first, she pulled out a plastic-sealed pass from a hidden compartment under the truck.

There are fresh cut marks on the corners of the pass, and the photo is pasted slightly crooked.

A line of text appeared at the top of my head.

Logistical support for the joint review team.

There was a red stamp on it, and the edges of the stamp were a little blurry.

Lu Yike laid the pass flat on the document bag, and the camera shone on it.

"A temporary pass has been found, suspected of being counterfeit."

She looked at the nurse on duty.

"Who let him through tonight?"

The nurse's lips trembled as she pointed to the computer at the nurses' station.

"He said he was in the logistics department of the review team, had a pass, and knew that Team Leader Ma was in the outer ward."

Qi Tongwei leaned against the wall, his right hand pressing against the wound on his left arm. Blood seeped from between his fingers, but he only stared at the fake seal.

The field officer put the silenced pistol into the evidence box and then held up the silver-gray spray can.

"Director Qi, anesthetic spray."

"seal up."

Qi Tongwei's voice was hoarse.

"Firearms, spray, passes, and cleaning vehicles should be handled separately. All personnel who come into contact with them should be registered."

Lu Yike had already taken out the seal.

"I will import the original video footage onto a read-only disk, and the hospital's surveillance footage will be retrieved immediately. We cannot allow the other party to portray it as a simple doctor-patient dispute."

She paused for a moment and looked in the direction the caregiver had been pushed away.

"A copy of the emergency medical record should also be sealed."

The on-duty doctor was about to follow the resuscitation bed in when he heard this and stopped.

"I'll sign."

A cry suddenly came from inside the treatment room.

"I'll testify!"

Team Leader Ma struggled to sit up in bed, a little blood seeping through the gauze on his abdomen. Through the half-open door, his face was as white as plaster.

"I'll testify to everything!"

The doctor turned around to try and stop him, but Team Leader Ma grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't close the door, let them hear it."

His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"They even dare to go into hospitals, I'm not pretending anymore, I'll tell you everything!"

Qi Tongwei slowly released his hand from the wound, his palm covered in blood. He looked up at Team Leader Ma in the treatment room, his eyes offering no comfort.

"Now is not the time for us to beg him to speak."

Lu Yike was sealing the pass when she heard this and paused.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the wall, blood dripping from his left arm onto the ground.

"They forced him to stay alive and talk."

At the entrance to the emergency room, a caregiver was wheeled to the gastric lavage equipment. Just as the doctor inserted the suction tube, the caregiver's closed eyelids twitched violently.

He managed to squeeze out a few words through his throat.

The on-duty doctor leaned over, and Lu Yike's video recording was also turned around.

The caregiver's lips were stained with blood and medicine, and her voice was so soft it was almost swallowed by the sound of the equipment.

"Xinheng... is not the end. Director Qin told us to cut our losses."

The lights in the small auditorium of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee stayed on all night.

The banner still hung on the stage, the words "Enterprise Risk Symposium" clearly displayed, as if nothing had happened. But the ashtrays on both sides of the conference table were piled high with cigarette butts, and the eyes of several entrepreneurs were bloodshot.

Li Dakang sat in the main seat, with the seventh agreement spread out in front of him.

He read three lines, then slammed his pen on the table with a loud thud.

"Rewrite."

The entrepreneur on the other side was startled.

"Secretary Li, this is all true."

"I know it's true."

Li Dakang looked up at him, his voice very low.

"Even true stories should be written in a way that leaves no room for criticism. Who forced you to sign? Where did you meet? Who was present? What was the recording number? Don't write anything about extortion or outrage, and don't write anything that is unforgivable."

He pushed the page back.

"If Chu Pingshan seizes on these four words, he will say that you are interfering with the reform due to your emotions."

The entrepreneur's lips moved slightly as he took the paper back, his fingers rubbing the edges of it until they turned white.

Mr. Tan, who was standing next to him, pushed a USB drive to the middle of the table.

"This is a recording of our conversation from that day."

Just as the secretary was about to reach out, Li Dakang raised his hand to stop her.

"Register the source first."

The secretary immediately produced a materials receipt form.

Mr. Tan said in a low voice, "There are some things in it that the other party said the rating report would affect the credit line."

"Who said that?"

"A vice president of a coastal fund."

Li Dakang stared at him.

Full name.

Mr. Tan's Adam's apple bobbed.

"All I know is that his surname is Zhao."

Li Dakang's face grew even uglier as he tapped his finger on an empty column in the form.

"Then write your surname as Zhao, don't fill in the blanks for yourself. Don't make up a single word if you don't know it."

Someone pushed open the door to the small auditorium and came in.

The personnel from the Organization Department sent by Wu Chunlin stood by the door, followed by two other staff members. The visitor did not sit at the main table, but instead placed a small table temporarily to the side, with his work ID card on the corner of the table.

"Secretary Li, Minister Wu has allowed us to observe the document reception."