The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

The affiliated hospital of Hohai City had already received the call in advance.

Dean Bai Xijun stood personally at the entrance of the emergency building, followed by two vice deans and several department directors.

Bai Xijun has worked in the medical system for over thirty years and has seen all sorts of big scenes, but this is the first time he has ever encountered such a situation.

The car of Party Secretary Lü Peng had arrived and was parked in front of the emergency building. Lü Peng stood on the steps with a solemn expression.

Then several more vehicles from the Provincial Public Security Bureau arrived. Shen Ping took a helicopter directly from Qingyuan and rushed back. The helicopter landed on the hospital's helipad.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xijun felt uneasy, wondering who this injured person was that could attract the attention of both the municipal party secretary and the provincial public security director.

He dared not delay and personally led the vice president and several directors to form a rescue team, with everyone waiting at the entrance of the emergency room.

When the helicopter landed on the helipad and Lin Feng was carried off the plane, Bai Xijun knew immediately from his expression that something was wrong.

He lifted Raymond Lam's eyelids to check the pupil's light reflex, then felt his carotid artery, and said to the nurse next to him, "Send him to the operating room immediately."

Ye Qinghan was also carried down. An X-ray of her ankle confirmed that there was no fracture, only a ligament sprain. The doctor re-immobilized her ankle and prescribed anti-inflammatory medication, but she didn't care about any of that and insisted on waiting outside the operating room.

When the red light above the operating room door came on, the corridor was already full of people.

Lu Peng sat on a bench against the wall, his hands clasped together on his knees, without saying a word.

Shen Ping stood by the window answering the phone, his voice very low, occasionally glancing up at the operating room door.

Ye Qinghan sat in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around her ankles, her eyes fixed on the red light.

Shen Ping's men continued their search in Lan County, Qingyuan.

In the afternoon, a criminal investigation team member found Shen Yu's police car on an abandoned mountain road a few kilometers away from the scene of the incident.

The car door was open, and there was no one in the driver's seat.

They continued their search near the police car and eventually found Shen Yu's body at the foot of a steep cliff.

The body was mangled beyond recognition. Preliminary assessments suggest that the person fell from the cliff with the current and died around the time the search and rescue team arrived.

The forensic doctor found a cell phone in Shen Yu's pocket; the screen was shattered, but the body was relatively intact.

The phone was sent to the technical department for data decryption and information recovery.

Further investigation revealed that Shen Yu had divorced his wife at the beginning of the year, and his wife had taken their son to Australia, just as the anti-drug operation was beginning.

Nothing of value was found in his home. When his colleagues, with whom he had worked for seven or eight years, were questioned, they looked more confused and incredulous.

In the interrogation room, an old detective said that Shen Yu usually performed well, although he was lazy at work and sometimes did not handle his personal matters in a timely manner, but he never expected that Shen Yu would do something like kidnapping the bureau chief.

Shen Ping didn't think so. He asked the technical department to continue investigating, checking his recent communication records, bank statements, and online shopping records. Many things in his house had been cleared out in advance, but there were always some pieces of evidence that he couldn't completely remove.

Three hours later, the operating room door finally opened.

The attending physician said that he is temporarily out of danger, but whether he will wake up remains to be seen.

When Lin Feng was wheeled out, his body was wrapped in bandages, with a large medical dressing on the left side of his chest, and several transparent drainage tubes extending from the edge of the dressing and connected to a small negative pressure suction device.

An oxygen tube was inserted into her nose, an IV needle was inserted into her arm, and the leads of the electrocardiogram monitor extended from under the blanket and were connected to the monitor next to the bed. The green waveform on the screen was jumping.

Her face was still as white as paper, but her chest was rising and falling gently with her breathing.

Ye Qinghan pushed the wheelchair herself and followed to the entrance of the intensive care unit. After the nurses helped Lin Feng into the ICU and settled him in, connected all the equipment, started the infusion pump, and adjusted the alarm thresholds on the monitors, she was finally allowed to stand outside the glass window of the ICU and look inside.

Lin Feng lay on the hospital bed with tubes inserted all over his body. The leads of the electrocardiogram monitor extended from his chest, and the infusion pump dripped fluid into his veins.

His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were motionless, and his lips were so dry that they had a layer of white skin.

Ye Qinghan pressed her hand against the glass, looking at the pale face inside, something shifting in her eyes.

If it weren't for saving her, Lin Feng wouldn't be lying here. He shielded her from two knives with his own body; if he hadn't pushed her away, she would be the one lying inside now.

He was just a college student who had nothing to do with these things; he got involved because of himself.

I remember last night he held a stone slab by the fire, letting her eat fish while he ate the fish head himself.

I remember his ears turning bright red when he said, "Aunt Ye, you're still very young."

She recalled the frown on his face as he knelt at her feet and massaged her ankle.

These images flashed through her mind one after another, each one feeling like someone was punching her heart.

Thinking about that person lying inside, not knowing if they will ever wake up, my eyes welled up with tears.

Shen Ping walked over to her wheelchair and stood there for a while, saying that young people have strong recovery abilities and anything is possible.

Ye Qinghan did not answer, but simply withdrew her hand from the glass, clenched it into a fist, and placed it on her knee.

Shen Ping led his team to continue investigating the matter.

Through the technical department's overnight cracking of Shen Yu's mobile phone data, a number appeared frequently in the communication records. Shen Yu was still in contact with this number a few hours before her death. This was confirmed by comparing a large amount of surveillance footage and data.

In the months leading up to this, it was discovered that Shen Yu's account had received several substantial transfers, the last of which amounted to one million.

In conjunction with previous anti-drug operations, a key figure was apprehended who possessed drug manufacturing and purification techniques and had connections to major drug lords in the Golden Triangle.

Preliminary assessment.

In order to get him released, the other party spared no expense in bribing corrupt cop like Shen Yu.

Since the anti-drug operation has left them in this state, then the chief in charge should pay the price. Even if the hostage situation fails, they should create an accident to leave the police leaderless, or perhaps they should try to replace that person with Ye Qinghan.

As for who leaked Ye Qinghan's last-minute trip to Qingyuan that night, and who in the bureau knew about her schedule, since Shen Yu is already dead, this lead ends here for the time being.

Shen Ping sat in his office, and after listening to the report, he slammed the folder in his hand onto the table, causing his teacup to bounce.

These people are so audacious as to dare to challenge the director of the municipal public security bureau. From now on, not only the director, but even the lives of grassroots police officers may be threatened.

An order was immediately issued, and Jiangbei Province launched a three-month anti-drug campaign, effective immediately, with all cities and counties required to implement it simultaneously.

Shen Qianqian arrived the next day.

She was taken directly to the hospital from her maternal grandfather's house by a special car arranged by Lü Peng. When she opened the ward door, Ye Qinghan was sitting absentmindedly by Lin Feng's bedside.

Shen Qianqian ran to the bedside and stared at Lin Feng's pale face and the bandages wrapped around his chest for several seconds. Her eyes reddened, but she didn't cry out.

Ye Qinghan placed her hand on Shen Qianqian's back. Shen Qianqian turned her head to look at her and called out "Mom." Ye Qinghan pulled her into her arms and hugged her tightly.

That night, an inconspicuous black sedan was parked in front of the affiliated hospital.

Shangguan Jinghong sat in the back seat with the car window rolled down halfway, looking through the glass at the lit window of the hospital building.

Kui Zi, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at her in the rearview mirror and asked if she wanted to get in. She remained silent for a long time before shaking her head.

Knowing her identity was too sensitive, she realized that appearing at the hospital at this time would only cause Lin Feng trouble. She rolled up the car window and said, "Let's go."

The car drove away from the hospital silently.