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

When Xiao Li sent the message back, Lin Feng was leaning against the hard single bed in the guesthouse, scrolling through his phone.

The water on the stone path outside the window had not yet dried, the sky was gray and hazy, and the white smoke from the chimneys of the distant mine blended with the low-hanging clouds.

Xiao Li closed his umbrella and stood at the door, a large patch of his coat shoulder soaked with sweat, his face showing barely concealed excitement.

"President Lin, we found out. They bribed a nurse. Section Chief Jiang's wife suffers from severe aplastic anemia and has been in the hematology department of the First Municipal Hospital for almost half a year. The conventional treatment is not very effective, and the doctor has long recommended that she be transferred to a specialized hospital in Beijing for a stem cell transplant. However, they can't get an appointment, and there is a large shortfall in funds. Section Chief Jiang has emptied his savings and borrowed from all his relatives and friends, but he still can't raise the initial payment, so he can only delay. The nurse said that if they delay any longer, they will miss the best window for transplantation, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

Lin Feng didn't ask any more questions after hearing this. He grabbed his coat and left. He didn't have much time left.

The hematology department of Binzhou First People's Hospital is on the eighth floor. The corridor is filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, the fluorescent lights are buzzing, and the green ivy in the corner is drooping with wilted leaves.

When Lin Feng found Section Chief Jiang in the stairwell, he was squatting in a corner smoking.

Her hair was even whiter than when I saw her a few days ago, her eyes were sunken, her cheekbones were prominent, and she looked like she had been hollowed out from the inside out.

His shirt collar was stained with hardened rice stains, and a long clump of cigarette ash had accumulated between his fingers without being flicked off. He was clutching a payment notice in his other hand, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts scattered on the ground, indicating that he had been squatting there for a long time.

"Section Chief Jiang?" Lin Feng walked over, his tone carrying a perfectly timed hint of surprise.

Section Chief Jiang suddenly stood up, his eyes widening in surprise before turning wary, instinctively stuffing the payment slip into his pocket. "General Manager Lin? What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit a friend; his father is hospitalized here. I just came out of the ward and was looking for a place to have a smoke when I bumped into you." Lin Feng took out his cigarette case and offered one to the other man, then lit one for himself. He flicked on his lighter, the flame flickering between them. "You... have someone in your family hospitalized?"

Section Chief Jiang took the cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Smoke drifted over his sallow face, and he remained silent for a long time, as if weighing whether he should tell the person in front of him these things.

Finally, he sighed, his voice hoarse and tired: "My wife has a blood disease and has been hospitalized for almost half a year. It's an old ailment, nothing serious." As he spoke, he avoided eye contact with Lin Feng, his pocket crumpled into a ball.

"Everyone is born, grows old, gets sick, and dies, but if we can save someone, we should." Lin Feng exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday things, but his eyes kept lingering on Section Chief Jiang's face. "I have a friend who works at the Kyoto Blood Disease Hospital. He said they have a lot of experience treating this disease there, especially stem cell transplants. Haven't you considered transferring him?"

Section Chief Jiang's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze in mid-air.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes lit up, but the light only lasted a few seconds before quickly dimming, pressed back down by the weight of reality.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe. His voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Lin. Getting an appointment in Kyoto is too difficult, and the cost is considerable. We can just take our time getting treated here."

He stuffed the crumpled payment slip back into his pocket, nodded hurriedly, turned around, and pushed open the stairwell door to walk towards the ward.

His back was hunched, his steps were unsteady, and the pale light of the corridor stretched his shadow long and thin.

Lin Feng stood at the end of the corridor, watching Section Chief Jiang's figure disappear through the ward door. He didn't chase after him; instead, he turned and left the hospital.

Pressuring them too much will only arouse their suspicion. You have to wait until they are desperate and their desires have taken root, then they will naturally come knocking on your door.

As soon as Lin Feng stepped out of the inpatient department, he sensed something was wrong; it seemed someone was following him.

Next to the vending machine in the hospital lobby, two men with buzz cuts wearing dark T-shirts pretended to be scrolling through their phones, while another leisurely sipped a can of coffee.

Lin Feng turned into a side alley without making a sound, quickening his pace, and the footsteps behind him also became more hurried.

He sneered inwardly, already guessing what was going on.

As expected, the Chen family had been keeping an eye on Section Chief Jiang for a long time, and even he, an outsider who had been in contact with Section Chief Jiang, was included in the surveillance scope.

The old town's alleys are crisscrossed, and Lin Feng had thoroughly familiarized himself with the area before arriving. He walked briskly along the stone-paved road, and when he passed a pancake stall, he used the crowd as cover to suddenly turn into a narrow alley.

The narrow passage was only wide enough for one person to pass through, with the gable walls of old houses on both sides, and several pots of withered chili peppers on the top of the walls.

Emerging from the other end of the alley, weaving around a row of electric scooters, hailed a taxi, and quickly drove away. In the rearview mirror, two men stood at the alley entrance, looking around with grim expressions.

Lin Feng leaned back in the taxi, his fingertips lightly tapping his knee. The Chen family's quick reaction showed that Section Chief Jiang's line had indeed hit their sore spot.

This also shows that Section Chief Jiang's situation is more dangerous than expected, and we must win him over as soon as possible.

Back at the guesthouse, Lin Feng didn't contact Section Chief Jiang directly, but instead called Shen Ping's secretary first.

He didn't mention the Chen family or Secretary Wang on the phone, but vaguely said that an acquaintance in Binzhou had a family member suffering from severe aplastic anemia who urgently needed to be transferred to the Kyoto Blood Disease Hospital for a transplant, and asked if he could help inquire about available beds.

The secretary had worked with him and Shen Ping on several occasions and understood immediately, saying that he would arrange it right away.

The other party was very efficient, replying with a positive response by evening. A bed would be available in three days, an expedited appointment with a specialist could be arranged, and part of the initial cost could be covered by the hospital's special assistance fund.

Lin Feng condensed the information into a single message and sent it to Section Chief Jiang: "The hospital beds and specialists in Kyoto have been arranged. I'll cover the costs first, so you don't need to worry. Your sister-in-law's illness can't be delayed any longer; missing the window of opportunity would be too risky."

After sending it, I also sent the appointment number that the expert had booked.

The message went unanswered. Lin Feng didn't urge him, leaning against the hard single bed in the guesthouse, staring at the dim ceiling light.

As night fell outside the window, the rumbling sounds from the distant mining area gradually subsided, with only the occasional bark of a dog drifting from the depths of the alley.

I got up, made myself a cup of tea, and sat by the window watching the few pedestrians on the stone path below, pondering my next move in the game.

Section Chief Jiang is the most direct key to uncovering Chen Liangliang's past grievances, but if he is truly unwilling to cooperate, it cannot be forced.

But judging from the look in his eyes in the stairwell today, Lin Feng felt that he wouldn't refuse.

When someone is cornered, if someone suddenly hands them a rope, even if they are terrified, they will reach out and grab it.

Lin Feng waited until late at night before his phone finally vibrated. He picked it up and saw a long message from Section Chief Jiang, filled with struggle.

"Mr. Lin, what exactly do you want to know?"

Lin Feng did not reply immediately after reading the message.

I put my phone on the coffee table and took a sip of my now-cold tea. Outside the window, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a pale silver glow on the stone path.

The time is right, but the final step requires a face-to-face meeting to let him reveal the secret he has kept buried in his heart for many years. One last face-to-face confrontation is needed.

Lin Feng had a premonition that this Section Chief Jiang definitely knew what he wanted.

Thinking of this, he stomped the cigarette butt out on the ground...