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When the afternoon arrived.

Lin Yuan left work on time, changed into casual clothes, and walked directly out of the Municipal People's Hospital.

No overtime work today, and no emergency room visits.

He planned to go see Gu Jia.

Since Gu Jia's studio began preparations, he has been busy with hospital matters and hasn't been able to visit her in the last couple of days.

I took advantage of the free time today to check on the progress of the studio.

I walked out of the hospital and strolled slowly along the street.

But he had just reached the parking spot at the intersection.

Suddenly, a steady engine sound came from behind.

A pure black luxury sedan slowly slowed down and came to a steady stop not far behind him.

The car door opened, and a tall, middle-aged man stepped out quickly.

It was Zhao Hongyuan.

At this moment, Zhao Hongyuan showed none of the haste and loss of composure he displayed in the ward that morning.

Wearing a custom-made suit, he exuded a calm and composed aura, and every gesture he made reflected the demeanor of a top-tier tycoon.

He stood by the car, watching Lin Yuan's retreating figure, his heart filled with regret.

He was extremely anxious during the day at the hospital.

All she wanted to do was thank Lin Yuan for saving her only son.

In a moment of excitement, he took out his bank card in front of everyone to offer a reward.

Looking back now, it was incredibly stupid.

There were so many doctors, leaders, and cameras present.

How could Lin Yuan, a doctor working at a public hospital, possibly accept private money in public?

It's one's right not to accept it, but accepting it will only bring trouble.

No wonder Lin Yuan's expression changed immediately.

It was his lack of consideration that almost led to a good deed gone wrong and nearly tarnished the reputation of the doctor.

He spent the whole day in the hospital room with his son, pondering the matter repeatedly.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't know the rules.

Expressing gratitude in public is a form of pressure.

A private reward is the truest expression of gratitude.

True gratitude should not be publicized.

We have to come quietly!

So he settled everything at the hospital, arranged for a driver to drive him there, and waited at the hospital entrance.

He followed Lin Yuan silently all the way, deliberately choosing a time when no one was around, preparing to visit him privately to express his gratitude.

he knows.

He will never feel at ease if he doesn't repay this favor today.

Lin Yuan was not treating a minor illness.

He was the only heir of the Zhao family, the lifeblood of his entire family.

This is a great favor; a verbal thank you would be too inadequate.

There must be concrete and tangible evidence.

At this moment, Lin Yuan also noticed the movement behind him.

He paused, then slowly turned around.

Seeing Zhao Hongyuan walking towards him, his eyes flickered slightly.

It was a bit unexpected.

He didn't expect Zhao Hongyuan to come all this way.

Zhao Hongyuan walked quickly to Lin Yuan, his attitude respectful and gentle, without the slightest airs of a wealthy tycoon.

"Dr. Lin, could you please get in the car? I have something personal I'd like to discuss with you."

Lin Yuan glanced around and saw that there were no passersby, nor any hospital colleagues or security cameras.

He was instantly delighted.

Transparent!

Old Deng has finally figured it out!

During the day, there are many people and distractions, including the hospital director, experts, and people recording videos.

Offering him money in public is a trap; he absolutely cannot accept it.

But now that we're all alone and chatting privately, the situation is completely different.

This isn't an illegal red envelope; it's a legitimate way of expressing gratitude and appreciation!

Lin Yuan didn't refuse, nodded readily, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat of the black Zunjie.

The carriage is spacious and luxurious with excellent sound insulation. Once the door is closed, all external noise is completely blocked out, making it private and quiet.

The two sat side by side in the back seat. The driver, being very perceptive, immediately raised the partition between the front and back seats to avoid eavesdropping or disturbing them.

In the small, private space, Zhao Hongyuan finally let go of all his worries.

He sighed deeply, looked at Lin Yuan with a face full of guilt, and was the first to apologize.

"Dr. Lin, I was careless and rash about what happened during the day. I apologize to you."

"The occasion was too public, with too many people watching. I was too eager to repay your kindness and almost put you in a difficult situation. It was my fault for not knowing the proper etiquette."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hongyuan took out the black VIP bank card from his pocket again.

Compared to his hurried and casual demeanor during the day, he now held the card in both hands, his posture extremely sincere and solemn.

"No one else knows about this card; it's purely a personal gift from me."

"This payment is specifically to thank you for saving my son's life. I have no other intentions, so please accept it."

Lin Yuan looked at the bank card handed to him, his face losing the serious and upright demeanor he had displayed during the day.

Instead, he had a calm and composed expression.

He neither feigned refusal nor pretended to be aloof.

He casually reached out and took the bank card, then slipped it into his pocket.

The movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

After putting the card away, Lin Yuan spoke calmly.

"I accept Mr. Zhao's apology, and I understand your good intentions."

"There are many people during the day, and there are rules to follow, so I have no choice but to comply. I hope Mr. Zhao will not take offense."

The weight lifted from Zhao Hongyuan's heart instantly, and he was overjoyed, waving his hands hurriedly.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Dr. Lin upholds medical ethics and acts with composure; I should learn a lot from you!"

He felt incredibly relieved.

The money has been given, and the favor has been truly repaid.

Lin Yuan saved his only son's life, and this immense kindness has finally been repaid in a tangible way.

Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly, secretly pleased with himself.

He cultivates an upright image during the day, and secretly receives hefty rewards at night.

A win-win situation, balancing both ends.

He managed to preserve his reputation and job while also receiving the compensation he was entitled to.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Hongyuan, Lin Yuan turned around and drove away.

He was in a pretty good mood, with the bank card he had just received tucked into his pocket.

Rules are dead, people are alive.

It is medical ethics to refuse red envelopes in public, but it is reasonable to accept rewards in private.

It's perfect, with no flaws whatsoever.

He turned the car around and drove towards Gu Jia's studio.

I plan to go check on the renovation progress and ask about the preparations for the studio's opening.

But the car had only been driven for a few minutes.

My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.

Caller ID: Li Weigang.

Lin Yuan's gaze sharpened slightly, and he pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, Li Weigang's voice was calm and serious, tinged with a hint of fatigue from work.

"Brother."

"Regarding the two assassins who tried to kill you, we conducted a surprise interrogation and investigation overnight, and finally found out the information about the employer behind them."

Lin Yuan's hand on the steering wheel paused slightly.

His eyes instantly turned cold.

He's been busy with hospital matters all day, and has temporarily put Zhang Qiang's matter on his mind.

But that doesn't mean he forgot.

He held a grudge against someone who dared to spend millions to hire a hitman to kill him.

"Have you found out who it is?" Lin Yuan asked calmly.

Li Weigang replied in a deep voice.

"The other person's real name is Zhang Qiang, and he is from Guangdong Province."

"His resume is very clean. His family was in business in his early years and was well-off. He also had the experience of studying abroad."

"But as we followed the clues, we discovered that this person completely disappeared on the same day the killer was apprehended."

"ID card, mobile phone number, bank card, travel records, all disappeared without a trace."

"It's as if they foresaw the risks and fled overnight, disappearing without a trace."

After hearing these words, Lin Yuan frowned deeply.

My mind was filled with nothing but doubt.

Zhang Qiang?

A person from Guangdong Province?

Did you study abroad?

Is your family in business?

He quickly went through all the people he knew and had offended in his mind.

The experiences of Bai Che, Li Junkai, and Kunshi, and the families of previous patients...

He checked them one by one.

No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make any sense.

He didn't know any wealthy businessmen from Guangdong Province, and he had never made an enemy of anyone named Zhang Qiang.

They also wouldn't have the chance to offend such a wealthy person with a mysterious background and ruthless methods.

Lin Yuan was increasingly puzzled.

Who exactly is this person?

Why would someone with whom you have no grudge spend a million to put themselves to death?

The most outrageous.

The other party anticipated the risk and simply disappeared.

This is not the kind of thinking and methods that ordinary spoiled brats would have.

Calm, decisive, resolute in action, and extremely cautious.

They came fully prepared!

Lin Yuan's doubts grew stronger.

Who exactly is this person?

Why are you staring at me like that?