The evil dragon has been released from prison; it will only kill, not save!

Lin Chutang pulled her hand out of Qin Hao's palm.

She didn't make a scene; she just zoomed in on the registration page again and again.

Qin Hao watched her movements and reached out to block the screen.

"First, ask about the source. Is it your photo? What was it about? Don't let a single sentence scare you."

"What if that's true?"

"First secure the evidence, then demand a halt to its use."

Qin Hao contacted Attorney Yang and asked him to directly liaise with the case handlers.

The medical images normally kept by the hospital and the case photos held by the advertising company must be checked separately.

The lawyer quickly replied that the marketing company was willing to cooperate.

They took over a data package from a repair project that had been shut down, and no publicly released records have been found so far.

Lin Chutang relaxed her shoulders a little after hearing this.

I don't want you to see it.

Qin Hao put away his phone.

"Then I won't watch it."

"And don't let other people see it."

"Have the lawyers and responsible personnel register the scope of the review, and verify identities using only the necessary parts."

She turned her face away.

Don't you think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill?

"You have the right to mind your photos."

Qin Hao drove home.

The materials were not discussed further on the way.

Lin Chutang leaned back in her seat and suddenly raised her hand to touch her face.

He has healed those scars, but she still remembers the hospital bedside lamp and the pain when changing dressings.

Qin Hao stopped at the intersection and reached out to pull her hand down.

"Don't pinch it, it's red."

She froze for a moment.

My fingertip was pressing on the old wound.

After arriving home, Qin Hao told her to take a shower first, while he cooked porridge in the kitchen.

I had just finished rinsing the rice when I heard her voice coming from the bathroom.

"Qin Hao".

He went over immediately.

"What's wrong?"

The door opened a crack.

A hand reached out and grasped the pajamas.

"You bought the wrong buttons."

Qin Hao didn't understand.

Lin Chutang opened the door a little, dressed neatly, except for one button stuck on her collar.

"The hair gets caught in the tangle, and the more you pull, the tighter it gets."

Qin Hao looked down.

A few strands of hair were tangled in her anklets; she had just taken a shower, and her neck was still wet.

He used his fingertips to gently pull out his hair bit by bit.

Lin Chutang tilted her head back, her breath falling on the back of his hand.

"Don't move."

"It's because you touched it that itched."

Qin Hao slowed down his movements.

After taking out the last one, he buttoned it up for her and was about to step back when Lin Chutang suddenly grabbed his shirt at the waist.

"Were you afraid to look at me just now?"

"I'm afraid you'll think I want to see photos again."

She couldn't laugh anymore.

Qin Hao put his arm around her shoulder.

"Chu Tang, what I want to see is you standing happily in front of me. Those things don't need to prove anything."

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his chest.

I only let go when the rice cooker in the kitchen beeped.

"Is the porridge burnt?"

"Rice cookers aren't that fragile."

"So you want to leave after holding him for such a short while?"

Qin Hao hugged her again.

"You keep track of the time this time."

Lin Chutang gave him a light punch, but not hard.

Dinner had just been set out when Attorney Yang called.

The marketing company found a project case authorization letter.

Qin Hao first gestured for Lin Chutang to eat, then took his phone and sat back down next to her.

"To put it simply, she's there."

"The authorization letter states that the patient will receive repair assistance free of charge and that the patient is permitted to use pre- and post-operative images. The family member's signature is Ms. Zhang's."

Lin Chutang put down her chopsticks.

She didn't sign it.

"Our initial comparison shows that the signature is still taken from that registration form."

Attorney Yang continued.

"There's another obvious problem. The agreement states that two repairs have been completed, but the dates are before your discharge. At that time, your medical record still showed burn wound treatment, without any corresponding repair surgery."

Qin Hao picked up the pen.

"What about the so-called post-operative photos?"

"The promotion company received the information package, but it didn't contain Ms. Lin herself."

Lin Chutang raised her head.

Qin Hao also stopped.

Are you sure?

"The verification was done using ID photos and hospital registration information, and the differences were obvious. The staff member admitted that the folder they received was titled 'Replacement Images'."

The dinner table was silent for a few seconds.

Qin Hao put down his pen.

"Make them keep the directory structure and the original emails, instead of just sending a few pictures."

"It's already in progress. We can now confirm that this project uses patients' actual injury information, along with other people's recovery photos, to create an internal results booklet."

"Who is this for internal use?"

"Funders and auditors."

Qin Hao recalled the fake settlement slip for 300,000 yuan.

The donations are initially listed as fictitious, and the treatment effects are added later to make the accounts complete.

The 30,000 yuan that Shen Youchu had advanced was then repackaged by them as an initial investment in a project.

He shared this judgment with his lawyer, adding a specific sentence.

"This is a point of contention; the transaction records and original documents should be the basis for judgment."

After the phone call ended, Lin Chutang picked up her bowl but didn't eat a single bite.

"I didn't even dare to look in the mirror back then."

"I'll help you clarify the denial of the authorization letter."

"Why can't they even use a real photo?"

Qin Hao held her hand, not in a hurry to answer.

After a moment, she put the bowl down herself.

"No, why should I want them to use the real thing?"

She laughed in exasperation.

"I've already let them get away with it."

"So take your time and don't force yourself to finish everything today."

Qin Hao pushed the warm soup towards her.

"Take a couple of sips first."

This meal was eaten slowly.

After finishing packing, Qin Hao received a call from Yu Zhendong.

The marketing company had sent a results booklet to Xiyun Biotechnology, with Ye Yunxi's work email address as the recipient.

In the attached reply slip, Ye Yunxi replied with a single word.

Keep.

Qin Hao told Yu Zhendong to stop.

"Receiving an email does not equate to involvement in its production. Provide the full context to your lawyer; do not fabricate charges against her."

Yu Zhendong responded.

Twenty minutes later, the complete email was forwarded.

The truncated context was the marketing company asking if they wanted to remove old case studies.

Ye Yunxi's original words were very clear.

"Keep it. Don't file Lin Chutang's copy yet; organize her family and contact information separately."

After reading it, Qin Hao clicked "forward".

Lin Chutang stood behind him.

"Will she come to explain tomorrow?"

"The lawyer will send her verification questions."

"I'll go too."

Qin Hao turned around.

"You don't have to be there every time."

"I'm going this time."

She took the printed email, folded it, and put it in the file folder.

"I want to ask her face-to-face, 'If you bring my medical records to my house for dinner, would you be able to eat there?'"

The next morning, Attorney Yang sent a message.

Ye Yunxi agreed to verify the emails in the presence of a lawyer.

However, she added that she hoped Qin Hao would watch a recording first.

The recording begins with Cheng Wangshu's voice.

"Don't keep Chu Tang's file anymore. If Qin Hao sees it, how will you face him afterwards?"

Qin Hao did not open the private attachment at the back.

He first contacted Attorney Yang.

"The original document should be preserved, along with the extraction time and source. Those handling cases should not treat a recording as a verified fact."

Lin Chutang draped her coat over the back of the chair.

"Did Professor Cheng know that back then?"

"At least the recording mentioned information. We'll have to investigate the exact time."

Qin Hao packed the document bag.

"We'll go, just to check your documents."