I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 59 Emergency Room Doctors

To put it bluntly, this could potentially... lead to the entire case being wrong.

Thinking of all this, Ji Bowei's face grew increasingly grim. If Han Ling hadn't gone to Yifeng City with his doubts, a wrongful conviction would have been a fatal blow to his career.

If it leads to adverse consequences, I will never be able to get over it for the rest of my life.

Making a mistake in a case is the most unacceptable thing for a criminal police officer.

"Yang Qi! You're asking for it, aren't you?! What are you hiding?!"

Ji Bowei slammed his hand on the table, and just as he was about to go over, Hu Lihui behind him quickly grabbed him.

Bad people can't be criminal police officers, and good people can't be criminal police officers either. Ji Bowei has been a criminal police officer for so many years, so of course he can't be a good-tempered person.

If this had happened a few years earlier, Yang Qi would have rolled up his sleeves and gotten to work immediately, and he would have suffered greatly.

Ji Bowei's fierce tiger-like expression startled Yang Qi, and her body instinctively moved to dodge. Seeing that the other party was unlikely to actually make a move, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really didn't lie, you guys are being ridiculous!" Yang Qi was now going all out, her courage growing.

Ji Bowen pointed at Yang Qi and walked out of the interrogation room, saying, "Fine, you just wait and see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

Leaving the detention center, Ji Bowei took two deep drags on his cigarette: "Continue investigating Yang Qi and Hou Jiarou's interpersonal relationships, dig deeper! Han Ling suspects there's a second suspect, follow his line of thinking, find them!"

If Yang Qi truly concealed his motive, it's possible he did it to protect others. The connection between them and someone Yang Qi would willingly take the blame for is likely very close.

Hu Lihui: "Yes!"

On the other side, Fang Zhou called Han Ling to inquire about the details. The latter expressed some doubts, but needed clues and evidence to verify them. He said that having more people was useless and there was no need to provide support from all sides for the time being. He and Tong Feng were enough, so as not to alert the enemy.

"Brother Zhou, give me a few days," Han Ling said.

Fangzhou: "Okay, call me anytime if you need anything."

……

That evening, Han Ling and Tong Feng returned to Qingchang City and waited outside the hotel.

This is where Li Hui lives.

"Han Ling, do you really suspect Li Hui? That's her mother!" Out of maternal ethics, Tong Feng still felt it was unreasonable.

Han Ling: "Captain Ji and the others should be investigating the others now. We'll keep an eye on Li Hui for a few days and then decide what to do next."

You do the first half of the night, I do the second half.

Finding the same type of wet wipes in the car doesn't prove anything, and he didn't mention it to Fang Zhou for the time being, because Li Hui would definitely have to go to the branch office.

Tong Feng sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll listen to you. I'm so unlucky to have you as my brother. I still have psychological trauma from the body dumping scene last time."

He can't forget this.

Han Ling: "I hope you'll say the same thing when the case is closed."

A night passed, and nothing happened.

In the morning, Li Hui went out for breakfast and then went to the branch office. She came out two hours later, wiping away tears incessantly. It seemed that she was devastated and heartbroken after learning that Yang Qi was the murderer who killed Hou Jiarou.

After taking a taxi from the branch office, Li Hui went to the computer mall where Zhao Zhiqiang worked.

Han Ling and Tong Feng followed from a distance, without getting close.

That evening, Li Hui went to Zhao Zhiqiang's house and did not come out again.

On the morning of the third day, Zhao Zhiqiang left home for work. At 10 a.m., Li Hui changed her clothes and dressed as before, then got into a taxi.

Han Ling and Tong Feng followed.

Finally, the taxi stopped at Qingchang People's Hospital.

Han Ling glanced at the hospital sign through the windshield, and his face immediately darkened.

That crazy woman... I was right after all?
After learning that Hou Jiarou was unlikely to divorce Yang Qi, there were actually many other possibilities, but the current possibility was the one that Han Ling least wanted to see.

"Why is Li Hui at the hospital? Is she sick?" Tong Feng asked, puzzled.

Han Ling didn't say anything, just found a place to park without caring whether she would get a ticket, since someone at the station would handle it anyway.

"Hey? Wait for me!" Tong Feng quickly caught up. "What's going on? You seem to have a very clear purpose."

Han Ling looked at Li Hui's retreating figure ahead and said, "Don't ask, just follow me."

Tong Feng: "You really treat me like a mascot!" The People's Hospital was very crowded in the morning, with many patients and their relatives visiting. Han Ling's gaze followed Li Hui as she slowly moved through the hospital corridor.

As Han Ling passed the emergency room office, the sounds coming from inside made her slow down.

"Dr. Xu, thank you! Thank you so much! You saved my son's life, I'm so grateful!"

徐？
Han Ling subconsciously turned her head. The office door was slightly ajar, and in her field of vision, the only open gap revealed half of Xu Qinghe's face.

After taking a few steps, Han Ling turned back and said to Tong Feng, "Fengzi, follow Li Hui without letting her see us. We'll contact each other by phone."

Tong Feng turned around: "What's wrong?"

Han Ling: "It's okay, you go first, we'll talk later."

"Alright." Tong Feng didn't ask any more questions and quickened his pace to catch up with Li Hui, who had already boarded the escalator.

After Tong Feng left, Han Ling went to the door of the emergency department office and listened to the voices coming from inside.

"Dr. Xu, I will pay you back as soon as possible. Don't worry, I will never default on my debt! Otherwise, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Xu Qinghe: "Don't get up so fast! We are doctors, this is what we should do. Take the child home quickly."

Money isn't a rush; the priority is the children's food and schooling.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." The woman's voice trembled with tears.

Footsteps sounded, the door opened, and a simply dressed rural mother, holding her child's hand, walked towards the hospital exit.

"We've met some good people, Jiajia."

"Mommy, it's a fairy sister." The four or five-year-old child's voice was tender.

"Yes, it's the fairy sister."

As the mother and son walked away and their figures were about to disappear, Han Ling could still see the woman raise her hand to wipe away her tears.

Before long, the two young doctors also left the office, chatting as they walked.

Han Ling followed behind, listening carefully.

"He is indeed a PhD who returned from overseas. He was able to diagnose intussusception by palpation and started emergency measures without even conducting any examinations. Fortunately, it was timely."

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“That child’s condition is no longer suitable for air enema repositioning. Dr. Xu’s surgical plan is safer and more advanced. Even our hospital’s associate chief physician doesn’t have that capability.”

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"He'll be an associate chief physician soon, promoted through a fast track. He's the youngest in the province, right? How old was the youngest associate chief physician in the country again?"

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"He is 28 years old and also surnamed Xu. He obtained his doctoral degree at the age of 27 and was directly appointed as an associate chief physician and associate professor at the age of 28."

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"Oh, I remember you. Dr. Xu is probably going to break the national record. She's so beautiful. I wonder which pig will get her in the future."

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Shh... Keep your voice down!

The doctor gradually walked away.

Han Ling stood there silently for a while, then turned to look in the direction the mother and child had left, before walking out of the hospital through another door to the exit.

The mother and child had just started walking.

The mother rode her old tricycle, and the child sat obediently in the back, arms outstretched, singing and dancing with a carefree, innocent smile on his face.

"La la la, la la la..."

Amidst the bustling crowd, this mother and son attracted attention.

The son doesn't mind that his family is poor; as long as his mother is there, any car he drives is a Maserati.

Recalling the conflict with Xu Qinghe on New Year's Eve, Han Ling took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit the lighter.

(End of this chapter)