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Lu Yanzhe insisted on being discharged from the hospital despite his injuries, just to help He Yan.

He knew that this was his advantage, because the Medical Bureau was a place where Bo Siheng couldn't interfere.

"You really don't have to do this..."

He Yan frowned, feeling that he was too much of a worry.

If the wound becomes infected repeatedly, that's still her problem.

"Xiaoyan, the Medical Bureau uses both iris and fingerprint scanning for security to keep those documents confidential. If I don't go, the door won't open, so you'll have to take me with you."

Lu Yanzhe smiled and shrugged, appearing to be doing it entirely for her own good.

Only he knew that these were all excuses.

"Go quickly, I know your matter is important."

"Ok."

He Yan frowned, looking somewhat helpless.

But this was also official business for her. Even though she wanted to avoid having too much contact with Lu Yanzhe, some things were unavoidable.

The two quickly arrived at the Medical Bureau, where He Muzhe was waiting.

Upon seeing He Yan, he was initially delighted.

However, when their gaze fell on the person behind the junior sister, their gossip instincts ignited instantly.

"Junior Sister, who is this?"

How long has he been gone? What has he missed?

He Yan glanced at him speechlessly, then adopted her usual authoritative demeanor.

"Lu Yanzhe, a shareholder of the Pharmaceutical Bureau, is also my friend and the head of the Lu family. Alright, put away your curiosity."

A little tired.

She hoped this would be the last time she explained.

"Hello, Mr. Lu! My junior sister's connections are indeed extensive!"

He Muzhe gave an awkward smile, still somewhat fearless.

Lu Yanzhe maintained the utmost politeness and demeanor, granting He Yan the highest level of access.

"If you need anything, just let me know."

He Yan didn't have time to say much to him and went inside with He Muzhe.

The two went straight to a dusty cabinet in the innermost room.

“I staked out several local community gangs abroad. They were all very cautious, but I always managed to find the source of those documents. In the end, I got a document from a black market buyer.”

When He Muzhe said these words, a hint of unease flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly recovered and dug out the list of unlicensed doctors that had been banned by the medical authorities.

"I also found out that there were six people involved, and they might be part of an organization."

He Yan's expression was very serious.

The matter of her master had been weighing on her mind for far too long.

"We've already destroyed Guan Yong's research institute. He'll probably go find a few other people. There are so many illegal drugs on the black market; it's not something one person could do alone."

“My investigation was on the right track; those drugs were indeed not from the same person.”

He Muzhe's words confirmed He Yan's guess.

While conducting investigations abroad, he once performed an appraisal for a gang leader.

The different drugs were developed using different methods.

Every pharmacist has their own habits and won't easily change their pharmaceutical methods, so he was quite certain.

"This matter is becoming increasingly complicated."

He Yan also guessed that the other party had a powerful force.

Those once frustrated and unsuccessful quack doctors formed an organization, secretly contacting each other and perhaps exchanging pharmaceutical insights, and then using their medical skills to develop harmful drugs.

Moreover, black market transactions never ask where the goods come from, nor do they care about where they are going.

They won't refuse anything that can make money.

"So Master was murdered because those people had their eyes on his prescriptions for profit."

A surge of murderous intent welled up in He Yan's eyes.

People's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Master went into seclusion to avoid the world and to avoid competing with others.

Unexpectedly, they were still ambushed.

“I found someone who, according to people in those organizations, is responsible for liaising with people.”

He Muzhe sensed that the atmosphere around He Yan had become less intense, so he quickly changed the subject.

He pulled out a very old document.

"This person was also one of the banned unlicensed doctors. He had once sought out a master to learn medicine, but according to Senior Brother Qiu, he only stayed for a few days before leaving."

"I don't recognize this person; it must have been before I arrived."

He Yan looked at the yellowed photo in the document.

A young face, square jaw, thick lips, and undisguised ambition in his eyes.

She felt uncomfortable.

“Yu Shidong, this name is also unfamiliar. These words have not appeared in any of the clues we have investigated. There is only one possibility: he changed his name, and maybe even his face.”

He Yan felt that something was off no matter how she looked at it.

But without a doubt, this person is the most suspicious one who killed his master.

"If he had plastic surgery, we wouldn't recognize him even if we stood right in front of him."

He Muzhe was also troubled; it seemed like he had found nothing by searching.

"Not necessarily. A person's habits and personality don't change. No matter how well they pretend, they will eventually reveal their true nature when they least expect it."

He Yan suddenly thought of Li Guanghui, who had also done repairs due to the accident.

I didn't think of this aspect at the time, but now I feel it's very problematic.

Especially since he deliberately came to test the waters, he was probably panicked because of the things that were confiscated from Guan Yong's place.

That makes this person even more suspicious.

"Now that we have new leads, our efforts haven't been in vain."

She took out her phone and took a picture of Yu Shidong's information, deciding to start from there.

Even if he were a different person now, there would still be clues to follow.

"I will use software to calculate it, and combine it with digital simulation to figure out what he will look like in twenty years."

Then we'll know whether he has any connection with Li Guanghui.

Or, is it the same person?

"Xiao Mu, you've worked hard these past few days. Go back and get some rest."

He Yan knew that the truth was gradually coming to light.

However, because the impact is too great, she cannot see the full picture yet.

But now it's not just a small matter of her master being murdered; it could be a huge conspiracy that will shake up the entire pharmaceutical industry. So she still has a long way to go.

"Xiao Yan, if you need any help, don't forget me!"

Lu Yanzhe had been watching for a long time, and he could not ignore it.

His grandmother and Doctor Feng were good friends for many years, and she was saddened for a long time because of his situation.

"You need to understand, this isn't just your problem."

He Yan turned to look at Lu Yanzhe.

After a long pause, he nodded.

"Let's talk about it when we need to."

She would never make any moves that would alert the enemy unless she was absolutely certain.

They wouldn't rashly drag others into dangerous situations.

Just then, He Yan's phone rang.

Lin An'an's exaggerated cries for help immediately came through.

"Xiaoyan! Help me!!"

He Yan hung up the phone and was about to leave.

"I'm going to check on An'an."

Lu Yanzhe was supposed to go back to the hospital with them, but he deliberately lagged behind and stayed behind.

"Mr. He is He Yan's junior brother? Then he is also a disciple of Doctor Feng. Speaking of which, the Lu family and Doctor Feng have a history. It's just a pity that he was assassinated."

"Junior Sister sacrificed a lot to avenge Master."

He Muzhe had no suspicion of Lu Yanzhe.

Lu Yanzhe's eyes flickered slightly, clearly intending to trick him.

"Could it be that He Yan married Bo Siheng also to investigate Doctor Feng's affair?"

He Muzhe continued to look through the documents.

He didn't realize that he had inadvertently dropped a bombshell.

"No, my junior sister said it was to repay a debt of gratitude!"