Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

Based on clues provided by the funding, government agencies related to the public health sector are the places where Qudexia is most likely to appear at night.

That's how it was for the past two days anyway.

105 Cleaning the room

When Charlie arrived, the area outside the Healthcare Bureau dormitory was already packed with people.

Outsiders—no, even foreigners—can receive the news, so locals are naturally even better informed.

While searching for a good shooting location, Charlie overheard a conversation among the people around him:

"The day before yesterday it was the National Health Commission, yesterday it was the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, and today it should be the Medical Insurance Bureau, right?"

"Why can't it be the Red Cross or blood banks?"

"Look at what you're saying. One of these is a social organization, and the other is a public institution. They have nothing to do with each other."

"That's what they say, but given the realities of our Great Yang, what's the difference between this and a government institution?"

"Then why are you still standing here?"

"Hey, isn't the probability definitely higher on this side?"

That's right, Charlie thinks so too.

So, although Charlie sent deputies to stake out the Red Cross and blood banks, the main force of the film crew also stood here with Charlie.

Even Y City thinks the same way.

At 7:25, just as Charlie and his group found a decent spot—needless to say, their financial power was at its peak—the sound of sirens suddenly blared in the distance.

A few minutes later, a long line of red and blue lights came to a stop on the other side of the road.

Then, rows of uniforms appeared one after another.

In addition, a dozen or so cars stopped a short distance away, each displaying personnel from within the system—none of them were in uniform, but all wore administrative jackets and exuded an aura of unapproachability typical of disciplinary departments.

"Holy crap, look at this!" someone exclaimed in horror. "Are we leaving or not? This isn't coming for us, is it?"

“It has nothing to do with us,” someone who had witnessed it said. “This is a special arrangement to cooperate, a one-stop service.”

With everything ready and nothing else to do, Charlie was preparing some interview material when suddenly the crowd gasped in surprise and looked up in unison.

Charlie quickly looked up:

Sky, quedexia—oh no, the delivery superhero is here.

The figure rapidly approached from a distance, drawing a smooth arc in the night sky before landing steadily at the entrance of the Medical Insurance Bureau dormitory courtyard.

The disciplinary officials, who were prepared in advance, stepped forward and said, "Please have a seat. The people involved in the case will be here shortly."

The staff thoughtfully brought over a chair—well, it was quite ordinary, just a plastic chair from a street food stall.

Quedexia nodded, sat down in the chair, and took out her phone.

"Awesome!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

“A real man should act like this,” another chimed in.

Before long, rows of staff members appeared in the medical insurance bureau's establishment.

Under the direction of the disciplinary staff, the staff lined up, heads bowed, and silently walked toward the plastic chairs at the entrance of the courtyard.

The people at the front of the group were pale-faced, the people in the middle tried to remain calm, and the people at the back were unsteady on their feet.

"Don't these people know to run?"

"Do you know that Y City stopped issuing official passports and froze all business trips starting half a month ago?"

"Why don't you teach them how to run it? They'd definitely be happy to pay a high price."

"Did the Ugly Gang and the Far East think the same way and run away?"

"You'll be stopped at the airport! Unless you're a real spy who finds a random plane at a deserted airport in the suburbs and gets to take off!"

"Hehehe, I have to say this: even real spies are useless. I don't believe any regime would dare to be the first to step forward now."

Amid the heated discussion, the first victim stood in front of Quedexia.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties, of medium build and slightly overweight. He was wearing a dark jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and his fingers were unconsciously rubbing the seams of his pants. Sweat was already visible on his temples.

"Name, position." Someone handed over a microphone.

"Zhou... Zhou Jianguo, head of the Medical Service Management Section of the Municipal Medical Insurance Bureau, in charge of the work."

Quedexia looked up at him. Quedexia's gaze was calm, but Zhou Jianguo's calf visibly trembled.

“Tell me,” the classic line appeared: “What illegal, corrupt, bribery, dereliction of duty, and other illegal things have you done over the years?”

Zhou Jianguo swallowed hard and began to confess.

The sound wasn't loud, but the venue was very quiet, enough for those in the front row to hear clearly.

“In 2019, a pharmaceutical company wanted to be included in the national medical insurance catalog. They approached me and said they would give me a ‘thank you fee’ if I succeeded. I accepted 200,000 yuan, helped them move their application materials forward, and even put in a good word for them at the expert review meeting.”

“From 2020 to 2022, during the annual year-end assessment of designated medical institutions, several private hospitals gave us shopping cards, cigarettes, and alcohol, totaling about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. I gave them a passing grade, but I didn’t write down the deductions for a few items.”

“Last year, during a surprise inspection of the medical insurance fund, a hospital was found to have illegally obtained more than three million yuan of medical insurance funds. They asked someone to find me, and I... I held back the inspection report for two months to give them time to cover up the shortfall. In the end, they were only fined 300,000 yuan.”

"How much did you collect?"

"Five hundred thousand."

A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd.

Quedexia nodded without saying anything.

Zhou Jianguo continued to confess.

The explanation was completed in about five minutes.

Quedexia stared into Zhou Jianguo's eyes for a few seconds and nodded.

A member of the disciplinary system stepped forward and quickly took notes.

The officer from the censorate opened the folder, compared it with the relevant clauses, and said in a cold voice: "Zhou Jianguo is suspected of accepting bribes of a huge amount; he is also suspected of abusing his power, with serious circumstances. Based on the relevant clauses of the Da Yang Criminal Law, we recommend that a case be opened for investigation and that he be held criminally liable."

People in Dali City simultaneously recorded the information and added, "Once the amount involved is verified, it will be recovered in accordance with the law. We recommend taking coercive measures."

Two uniformed express trainees stepped forward and stood on either side of Zhou Jianguo behind him.

Zhou Jianguo's legs finally gave way, and he was dragged towards the van with flashing police lights.

-

Beside Charlie, a brazen internet celebrity, eager to gain attention, was livestreaming.

He held up his phone, laughing so hard his eyes and mouth were practically nonexistent.

Charlie leaned over and glanced at the phone screen.

The screen is flooded with comments:

"It's awesome! Even though I can't understand most of it, I don't know why, but it's just so enjoyable to watch."

"Ming-ge, Ming-ge, you have classic double eyelids, you must be from Shaanxi!"

"When will you come to Inner Mongolia? I'll slaughter ten sheep to treat you!"

"Come to Guangxi, and I'll slaughter ten cows!"

"Come to Tibet, and I'll kill ten Tibetan antelopes!"

The internet celebrity grinned from ear to ear, saying into her phone, "Brothers, don't worry, I've taken screenshots, I've taken screenshots, I'll send them to Brother Ming in a bit, everyone has a chance, everyone has a chance!"

Charlie returned to his camera position, while the BBC studio remained lively.

"This is what real accountability looks like. I've never seen anything like it."

“I don’t understand a word, but I’m hooked. That guy’s face when he got taken away… priceless.”

“In my country, that official would get promoted. No joke.” In my hometown, all of this is fucking legal! In fact, such an honest bureaucrat would have been promoted long ago. No joke.

"This is why China works. They actually punish corruption."

Please send him to Washington. I have a list.

"The quiet way he just sits there scrolling his phone... that's power."

"Best reality show ever. The BBC should do a full series."

It has to be said that co-working spaces are incredibly efficient.

In about an hour and a half, all the government officials—according to the onlookers—had been "gone through".

Charlie roughly counted that about 50% of the bureaucrats were punished, which, in such a context and under such public opinion, inevitably meant the end of most of their political careers.

Approximately 30% of the bureaucrats were given silver bracelets on the spot and put into vans with flashing police lights, which signified social death.

However, about 20% of the bureaucrats were able to remain in their positions unscathed.

They stood at the end of the line, their expressions complex—a mixture of relief at surviving a disaster and a vague sense of unease.

Applause erupted from the audience.

At first, it was sparse, then it grew louder and more orderly.

It is for Quedexia, but even more so for that 20% of bureaucrats.

Charlie also applauded.

The live stream was also filled with emotion:

"Those 20% are the real heroes. This is why China is invincible." A whopping 20% ​​of them are saints—that's the source of Great Yang's invincibility!

"Imagine being that clean in a system like this. Respect."

"Now they'll definitely get promoted. The good ones will finally get recognized."

This is how you reform a system. Not by destroying it, but by cleaning it up.

The next day, the Red Cross.

Day three, blood bank.

"Qudexia seems to be systematically sweeping through the medical system. This suggests something new is coming."

Do you remember those mentally disabled workers he cured? Those who regained their intelligence?

"He can heal people. That's the real story here."

"If he's cleaning up the medical system first... maybe he's planning something big."

He doesn't want his healing efforts to become a means for career bureaucrats to advance their careers.

No, he doesn't care about that. He just wants his help to actually reach the people who need it.

"This is preparation. He's making sure the system is clean before he does something."

"Something big is coming. You can feel it."

Day 4, Cancer Hospital of X Province.

The off-duty doctors lined up and came over.

Charlie, and global observers, noticed that for the first time, quedexia's question regarding government employees—as most international observers now know through repeated public education—was different:

"During the course of your medical duties, did you intentionally adopt any medical treatment plans that were clearly detrimental to the patient's interests?"

106. Heinous and immoral

"During the course of your medical duties, did you intentionally adopt any medical treatment plans that were clearly detrimental to the patient's interests?"

"No, no," the doctor standing in front of Zhang Qiliang shook his head quickly, "Absolutely not!"

Heaven and earth conscience.

He does indeed prescribe prescriptions from "outpatient pharmacies" for patients who are financially well-off.

It is true that when a patient's medical insurance limit is about to run out, some out-of-pocket items will be split into multiple charges.

It is true that during the postoperative recovery period, patients will be given a few extra boxes of "nutritional support" that are not essential.

In the past, when regulations were lax, he even accepted bribes—well, mainly when cameras and smartphones weren't so widespread.

But I swear to God!

Intentionally using unfavorable treatments? Worsening the patient's condition? Making them suffer more? Just to make a few more bucks? Is that something a human being would do?!