Divine Eye Appraisal: Starting with a Lucky Pickup of a Beautiful CEO's Family Heirloom

When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the Second Hospital, Wen Zhaoye pushed open the door and rushed out.

The driver shouted from behind, "Young man! Your hand is still bleeding!"

He didn't turn around.

On the seventh floor of the inpatient department, as soon as the elevator doors opened, Wen Zhaoye heard it.

"Why won't you let me transfer to another hospital? This is my grandmother! I have a power of attorney!"

Wen Chengjie's voice was even more arrogant than when he was in the jade market.

Wen Zhaoye turned the corner in the corridor and saw three people standing in front of the nurses' station. Wen Chengjie stood at the front, wearing an oversized black T-shirt, a fake gold chain around his neck, and holding an A4 sheet of paper in his hand. Behind him stood two young men with dyed blond hair, one leaning against the wall playing on his phone, and the other smoking a cigarette—the hospital's no-smoking sign was hanging above his head.

The head nurse, in her forties, stood blocking the entrance to the nurses' station, her face flushed with anger.

"I said the patient's condition is unstable and cannot be transferred. Even with a power of attorney, the attending physician needs to sign it." "I don't care! The transfer must happen today!" Wen Chengjie slammed the paper on the table. "See that? It's in black and white, signed by Zhou Guilan herself! Does your hospital dare to stop us?"

Wen Zhaoye stepped out from the crowd. "Let me see it."

Wen Chengjie turned his head and saw him, paused for a second, and then smiled.

"Oh, the main character has arrived. Wen Zhaoye, your grandmother owes my uncle 200,000 yuan, and she paid off the debt with the house. The power of attorney clearly states this. I'm here today to arrange a transfer to another hospital, so don't cause trouble."

Wen Zhaoye ignored him and reached out to take the A4 paper.

The paper was ordinary printing paper, with the words "Zhou Guilan" signed in the lower right corner and a red handprint next to it.

He looked down at those words.

Pale gold characters appeared in his divine eyes: 【Signature: Copy, referenced from hospital medical records from three years ago】

[Fingerprint: Imprint, sourced from fingerprints recorded on inpatient payment slips]

Wen Zhaoye held up the paper and glanced at it against the light in the corridor.

"Does your grandmother have poor eyesight?" he asked.

Wen Chengjie was taken aback. "What?"

"My grandmother had cataracts in her right eye and had surgery three years ago. Ever since then, when she writes, her pen strokes tend to veer to the left because she can't see clearly with her right eye." Wen Zhaoye put the paper down. "The characters on this paper are perfectly straight, not veered off at all."

Wen Chengjie's expression changed.

"Shut the fuck up! I wrote it, that's it!"

"Okay." Wen Zhaoye handed the paper back. "Then write it again in front of everyone. Just write your name, Wen Chengjie, and let me see if the handwriting is the same." He slapped the paper on the table at the nurses' station and took out a pen from his pocket—the same one he had casually taken when writing the receipt at Yumantang earlier.

Write it down.

Wen Chengjie stared at the paper, his hand remaining still.

The blond guy next to me, who was playing on his phone, looked up and said, "Brother Jie, just write it, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Chengjie swallowed hard and picked up his pen.

His hand began to tremble as the pen tip touched the paper.

One stroke, and it went astray.

The second stroke is even crooked.

When he wrote the third character, the wood radical under Wen Chengjie's character "杰" looked like a tangled mess. Wen Zhaoye took the paper back and held it up in front of Wen Chengjie.

"Your grandmother's name was written neatly on that power of attorney. And now you can't even write your own name properly?"

Seven or eight family members gathered in the corridor, some of them holding up their phones to take pictures.

"This was clearly not written by one person."

"Look how his hands are shaking, he must be feeling guilty, right?"

"Weren't you being quite arrogant just now? Now write it."

Wen Chengjie slammed his pen down. "Can't I have shaky hands? Can't I be nervous?"

Wen Zhaoye didn't argue with him. He folded the power of attorney and put it in his pocket.

"I'll keep this. When the police arrive, I'll have a handwriting expert take a look."

Upon hearing the word "police," Wen Chengjie's defiant expression crumbled. He took a step back and looked at the two blond-haired men behind him.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

The three of them turned around and ran towards the elevator.

The elevator doors opened at that moment.

Qin Fei came out, followed by two uniformed police officers.

Wen Chengjie bumped into it head-on, almost colliding with Qin Fei.

Qin Fei stepped aside and reached out to block her.

"Where to?"

Wen Chengjie's face turned pale. "I...I went to the wrong floor."

"Wrong floor?" Qin Fei glanced behind him. "Seventh floor, intensive care unit. Did you accidentally come to this floor?"

Before Wen Chengjie could say anything more, Qin Fei had already seen Wen Zhaoye.

"You were the one who called the police at the jade market just now, weren't you?"

Wen Zhaoye nodded. "It's me."

"What about these three?"

Wen Zhaoye took out the power of attorney from his pocket. "They forged medical documents, impersonated family members, and tried to force my grandmother to be transferred to another hospital."

Qin Fei took the paper, glanced at it, and looked up at Wen Chengjie.

"Did you write this?"

Wen Chengjie shook his head vigorously, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! Someone else wrote it, I was just helping to deliver it!"

"Could you please deliver this for me?" Qin Fei folded the paper neatly. "Forgery is illegal, don't you understand?"

Wen Chengjie panicked. "I really didn't know! My uncle sent me! He said it was just a transfer to another hospital, nothing serious!"

"You'd do it even if your uncle told you to kill someone?" Qin Fei turned to the two police officers behind her and said, "Control him and take him back to the station." The two police officers stepped forward, one holding down a blond-haired man, while the third went straight to arrest Wen Chengjie.

Wen Chengjie struggled desperately, shouting, "Why are you arresting me! What law have I broken?!"

Qin Fei took out handcuffs from her waist. "Forging medical documents, disrupting medical order, and impersonating a family member—are these three enough?"

The moment the handcuffs were put on, Wen Chengjie went limp.

He was dragged into the elevator by two police officers, still shouting, "My sister won't let you get away with this! Wen Nian is my sister! You wait!"

Wen Zhaoye walked to the elevator entrance, squatted down, and looked Wen Chengjie, who was being pressed to the ground, at eye level.

"Have your sister come find me."

Wen Chengjie was stunned.

Wen Zhaoye stood up, dusted off his hands, and turned to walk back to the nurses' station. Qin Fei followed him, "What happened to your hand?"

Wen Zhaoye looked down at his palm; the gauze was soaked in blood, turning a dark red.

"It's nothing, I just scratched myself while cutting the rock."

Qin Fei looked at him for a few seconds. "Are you sure you're okay?" "I'm really okay."

"Okay." Qin Fei handed over the notebook. "Sign it."

Wen Zhaoye took the pen and signed his name. Qin Fei put the notebook away and glanced at the ICU at the end of the corridor.

"Is your grandma inside?"

"Um."

"Severe?"

"Surgery tomorrow."

Qin Fei was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll have someone contact your grandmother and say that no one will be causing trouble in the next few days." "Thank you."

Qin Fei didn't say anything more, turned around and walked into the elevator. Before the elevator doors closed, she glanced back at Wen Zhaoye.

"Call me if anything happens. Qin Fei, Criminal Investigation Department, Municipal Bureau." The elevator doors closed, and the floor numbers began to drop. Wen Zhaoye leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on a plastic chair in the corridor.

The head nurse came over with a glass of warm water and placed it on the armrest next to him.

"Have some water." Wen Zhaoye glanced at the glass of water but didn't take it.

"Thanks."

The head nurse sighed and turned back to the nurses' station.

The corridor fell silent.

The ICU door was closed, leaving only a small window open. Through that window, you could see the blue light of the monitors inside flashing.

Wen Zhaoye sat in a chair, his back against the cold wall.

The wound on his palm still ached faintly, but the pain gradually subsided and he became numb. He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

1:47 a.m.

I glanced at the bank notification again; the 300,000 yuan deposit had been credited to my account. The monitor's sound came through the crack in the door, regular and faint.

drip-drip-drip-

Like some kind of countdown.

Wen Zhaoye closed his eyes.

Those images kept replaying in my mind—Bao Dequan kneeling on the ground, Wen Nian's heartbroken crying face, and Wen Chengjie's miserable state when he was handcuffed.

And that piece of icy green jade.

Six million.

He suddenly chuckled.

Three years ago, my grandmother spent 280,000 yuan to buy a fake bracelet, and she was overjoyed.

Today, he used the stone he bought for 680 yuan to get back 300,000 yuan as a deposit for his surgery.

When you look at the numbers, it's quite surreal.

But drowsiness came even faster than magic.

My eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and my head drooped little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhaoye leaned against the wall and finally fell asleep.

The fluorescent lights in the corridor hummed, emitting a pale light.

The nurse at the nurses' station peeked out and saw him leaning back in the chair, his breathing even, so she didn't say anything.

The monitor in the ICU was still beeping.

At the end of the corridor, the sky outside the window was still dark.