A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

"The Gu family was silenced?"

Su Niannian gripped the broken piece of wood, her shoes grinding against the gravel at the base of the wall, and took a half-step closer to the back door.

Several pebbles got stuck in the mud.

That's a pretty harsh statement.

She stared at the door panel, the broken piece of wood lying beside her legs.

Separated by a door, all the debts left by the Gu family ten years ago were placed on Gu Qingshang's shoulders.

Gu Qingshang stood still, the file folder pressed against his front.

The clasp pressed against her palm, but she didn't let go.

"I'm here today representing only myself."

She peered through the crack in the door.

"We need to find out whoever said or did what the Gu family did. This debt can't be directly pinned on me."

No one answered from inside the house.

The wooden table was dragged away, its legs brushing against the brick surface.

The footsteps behind the door retreated twice, the left foot landing firmly while the right foot dragged across the fine sand on the ground.

Chen Lang stood to the side of the door, two steps away from the latch.

There was only one bowl on the stove.

The footsteps paced back and forth in the room several times, with the right leg always dragging.

Chen Lang turned his head to look at Su Niannian and shook his head.

Su Niannian stopped.

He still held the broken piece of wood in his hand, but didn't move forward.

Two bicycle bells rang out from the side alley.

An old bicycle rolled across a muddy ditch, its rims kicking up mud, and landed at the foot of the courtyard wall.

The woman who pushed the cart was around thirty years old, with her hair tied back and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Several boxes of medicine were piled in the cart basket, and the name of the village clinic was printed on the plastic bags. In her right hand, she was also carrying a bag of antihypertensive drugs and insulin injections.

The group of people outside the door came into view, and the woman stepped off the bicycle frame.

"What are you doing? Who gave you permission to block this place?"

The frame of the vehicle crashed into the mud.

She stuffed the medicine bag into the bamboo basket, covered it with a blue cloth, and took a few steps to block the doorway.

"Put all the machines away."

"No one is allowed to take pictures."

The grid worker chased after him to the corner and handed him his work ID.

"Zhou Lan, don't worry, I brought the person with me."

"The village committee has already checked their credentials. They only look at the publicly available files, they don't go inside the house, and they don't touch anything inside."

Zhou Lan took the document, checked the photo, and then flipped it over to the back.

She returned the work permit and stared at the equipment box in Chen Lang's hand.

"I was selling health supplements a few days ago, and I brought a letter of introduction with me."

"They come into the village to take the blood pressure of the elderly and give them eggs. They keep saying that the village officials sent them."

"They fooled people for the first two days, and then started selling the medicine on the third day, 18,000 yuan a box."

She stood guard in front of the wooden door, not moving an inch.

"A stamp on a piece of paper doesn't prove anything."

Chen Lang picked up the equipment box and turned to walk towards the off-road vehicle.

He opened the trunk, and the live broadcast ball, camera, and microphone were all placed in the crash barrier. He turned off the power, took out the memory card, closed the trunk lid, and even handed the car keys to the grid worker.

"You can have the machines and vehicles all under your care."

The registration receipt was placed on the lid of the box, with the official seal, date, and purpose clearly written on it.

Chen Lang raised his chin.

"You can investigate however you want."

"We won't go through the door; we won't take pictures of the people; we won't ask for the address."

He walked back to the courtyard gate and stood in his original spot.

"If the person inside doesn't want to talk, we'll leave now and not linger here."

Zhou Lan held the receipt, looked at the registration information and then dialed the village committee to verify the number.

The account given on the phone was consistent with the written statement.

She hung up the phone and looked at Gu Qingshang.

"Are you here to inquire about Mr. Cheng?"

"right."

"You just mentioned silencing the Gu family?"

Chen Lang leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"We didn't start that."

He turned his face slightly toward the wooden door.

"That's what the person inside asked. The door is still closed; whether he wants to hear an answer is up to him."

After speaking, Chen Lang's gaze fell on the bicycle basket.

The blue cloth was hastily placed over the packaging, leaving the insulin packaging exposed, and water droplets formed on the inner wall of the plastic bag.

"Put the medicine in an insulated bag first."

He nodded towards the bamboo basket.

"This matter has nothing to do with the elderly in the village, so don't delay their injections."

Zhou Lan glanced down at it, then immediately tore open the insulated bag on the side of the bamboo basket and put the insulin inside.

The zipper was only halfway up when two coughs were heard from inside the room.

"Lan girl."

The man called to her through the door.

"Don't open the door."

Zhou Lan turned around.

"Grandpa, I know what I'm doing."

Su Niannian's gaze fell on the figure under the threshold.

"Was it Mr. Zhou who just mentioned silencing them?"

"Yes, he is my maternal grandfather."

Zhou Lan leaned the bicycle against the wall and took off the insulated bag.

"He used to be in charge of inspecting medicinal herbs at the Yunxiu Cooperative."

"After the project was halted, several groups of people from the Gu family came over. They didn't ask anything else, but the first thing they asked was, 'Where is Mr. Cheng?'"

"The group of people selling health products from a few days ago were also asking around about Mr. Cheng."

"They claim to be helping people find their relatives, but once they leave the village, they use the name of the Cangshan Divine Doctor to sell medicine."

She raised her hand and pointed outside the courtyard wall.

"Twelve elderly households handed over 170,000 yuan, and the money has not been returned to this day."

"This morning, another car from out of town entered the village. Some people at the village committee were looking through the files, and a group of people gathered at the old site of the cooperative."

Zhou Lan looked at the broken piece of wood in Su Niannian's hand.

"If you were standing in my position, would you dare open the door so easily?"

Su Niannian stood for two seconds, then put the broken wood back against the wall.

The log rolled into the weeds, pressing down on a few dead leaves.

"Okay, I agree with that."

"If it were me, I would also make sure to close the door tightly."

She brushed the sawdust off her hands and tilted her head toward Gu Qingshang.

"You're right to be wary of us. Something just happened in the village, so everyone has to be extra careful."

"But silencing her is too harsh a statement; let's not use it against her yet."

"We've given you the equipment, handed over the car keys, and even checked the lawyer's letter at the village committee."

Su Niannian pointed to the door.

"If she really wanted to force herself on you, why would she be standing outside the door waiting for your permission?"

Zhou Lan sized her up a few times.

"Are you the one in the video who blocked the door with a spatula?"

Su Niannian raised her eyebrows.

"Has this even reached Songhe Village?"

"Your screenshot was sent to the village's anti-fraud group."

What were people saying about me in the group chat?

"Tell the elderly to lock the doors when they see a car from out of town."

Zhou Lan was tidying up the medicine bag without looking up.

"If you run into someone like you wielding a spatula, you'd better close the windows tightly."

Su Niannian paused for a moment.

"Didn't they say I'm good at throwing?"

"He didn't say."

"Then your materials are incomplete."

"You can get a replacement from the village committee."

Su Niannian waved her hand.

"Forget it, it's such a small matter, let's not take up any more of the village committee's paper."

The grid worker coughed lightly, covering half of his face with his work ID.

Bai Weiwei turned towards the outside of the wall, her braid draped over her shoulder, and her shoulder twitched slightly.

The taut line in front of the door has loosened a bit.

The sound of a motorcycle came from the other end of the village road.

Two village police officers arrived at the alley entrance, where a grid worker greeted them and explained what had happened.

One of them checked the equipment seals and then walked around the back door and the courtyard wall.

"No one touched the door, and no one was hurt."

The village policeman closed his notebook.

"We'll stay at the alley entrance."

"If you need help, call for backup. Nobody should barge in on their own."

Zhou Lan handed the insulated bag to the younger village police officer.

"Please take this to the clinic and give it to Dr. Yang."

"Inside are insulin for two elderly people. Their names are affixed to a hidden compartment. Don't send them to the wrong person."

"Okay, I'll send it over now."

The village policeman took the bag and rode his bicycle to the other end of the village road.

Gu Qingshang and the others stepped back a few paces before opening the file bag.

The latch popped open.

She took out a copy.

The patient's name, medication dosage, and hospital number were all covered with black strips, leaving only the writing format, signature position, and half a red seal at the end of the paper.

Gu Qingshang, carrying the materials, stopped where Zhou Lan could reach him.

"I only need your help to identify one thing."

"Does this half of the seal match the seal in the cooperative's old files?"

Zhou Lan did not answer.

She glanced at the obscuring strip on the paper, her gaze settling on the vermilion seal.

"Even if they match, what does that prove?"

"We put it in the evidence list only to prove that Mr. Cheng participated in the acceptance of medicinal materials back then."

Gu Qingshang pulled the paper back half an inch.

"We don't remember who lives where. We don't ask who has what illness."

"The villagers' medical records will remain in Songhe Village; we will not take them out."

"If you recognize this seal, you don't need to exchange it for Mr. Cheng's address."

Zhou Lan looked at the SUV.

The equipment box was sealed, and the key was left with the grid worker. Gu Qingshang's mobile phone was in a transparent bag, with a village committee registration slip affixed to the bag's opening.

"You're investigating this seal to save Gu Chengzhang?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Cheng, are you still looking for him?"

"We need to find it."

"And then what happens after we find them?"

Zhou Lan stared at her.

"Does the Gu family still want to use Mr. Cheng's name to restart that health and wellness project?"

Gu Qingshang held the materials, his arm steadily stationary in place.

"Since Mr. Cheng is willing to help, I will pay the consultation fee and also take care of his travel arrangements."

"If he refuses, I won't pester him, much less force him."

"As for the Gu family's health and wellness project, his name will no longer be used. I'm looking for doctors, not just a brand name."