Zuo Mu stood out in the crowd. With fair skin, delicate features, and a straight back, and dressed in that flamboyant Burberry windbreaker today, he looked quite imposing.
People on the road even thought he was a celebrity.
The female police officer naturally noticed him too. However, firstly, the situation was still unclear. If there were really problems within the hospital, talking to Zuo Mu would not only bring him trouble but also easily tip off the suspects. Secondly, if this operation was unsuccessful, there would be future opportunities. She needed someone to act as an informant inside the hospital.
After all, there were many things to uncover in the fields of medical equipment and organ transplantation.
So, the two exchanged a brief look and then had no further interaction.
Not long after, a voice came from the female police officer's walkie - talkie: "Captain!"
"Speak!" The female police officer looked fierce, with a sharp and intimidating gaze. After years of front - line work, she exuded authority even without getting angry.
"Captain, there really seems to be something wrong here in the organ transplantation department."
They've taken the bait!
This was the female police officer's first thought. Then she waved her hand and rushed ahead of her colleagues towards the place mentioned on the walkie - talkie.
Zuo Mu watched these warriors fighting against the darkness from behind and sighed.
He just didn't know how this operation would turn out.
He was just testing the waters.
Zuo Mu didn't believe that an organ - trading industry chain that had been operating in the hospital for so many years could exist without the protection of some powerful backers. Who didn't have someone in high places to shield them?
Zuo Mu was still hesitating whether to go and take a look when suddenly his phone rang, sounding especially abrupt in the empty lobby.
Seeing that it was the vice - dean calling, Zuo Mu answered the call without hesitation.
Sure enough, the vice - dean's anxious voice came through: "Zuo Mu, where are you?"
Zuo Mu pretended to know nothing and asked in surprise: "I'm in the lobby. Dean Zhang, what's going on?"
On the other end of the line, Dean Zhang, who was already at retirement age but still dedicated to the hospital, was in tears: "Come to the operating room quickly. There's a problem here. Damn it! Who did this? It's such a sin."
Probably because he was so angry about this immoral act, Dean Zhang, who had never dared to curse in his life, finally lost his temper.
Judging from his reaction, Dean Zhang was not involved.
Zuo Mu promised and then hung up the phone, heading straight for the operating room.
Following the address given by Dean Zhang, he arrived at the meeting room.
Sure enough, when he got to the outside of the operating room, he saw the well - armed policemen on high alert.
Zuo Mu was calm and unhurried. He even slowed down his steps.
Sure enough, when he reached the entrance, he was stopped.
A young police officer stopped this well - dressed passer - by without hesitation.
Yes, Zuo Mu hadn't even had time to change into his white coat. He looked so conspicuous, and it was really strange for him to show up here out of the blue.
"What are you doing here? This area is temporarily closed. Please leave first."
The young police officer was quite polite.
Zuo Mu waved his phone with a smile: "I'm in charge of this operating room. Dean Zhang called me here. Dean Zhang, oh, the chubby one with a bald patch on the top of his head. He's very kind."
Thinking that the description did match the person sitting inside, the young police officer was skeptical: "Wait a minute."
After telling his colleague beside him, he went inside to ask for instructions from his superior.
Not long after, the young police officer came out and made way with a straight face.
Zuo Mu smiled but said nothing. He put away his phone and swaggered into the top - floor meeting room.
The meeting room was not far from the operating room. It was just a place for them to have a temporary discussion, so it wasn't very big. But since it was disinfected frequently, there was a strong smell of disinfectant in the room.
It was still the same female police officer from yesterday. But today, she wasn't alone. There was also a low - key middle - aged male police officer sitting beside her.
Zuo Mu became more vigilant.
This middle - aged police officer was the one he was most worried about.
People like him had sharper eyes. They looked harmless but were always ready to strike a fatal blow.
"Hey, good morning, officers." Zuo Mu waved to the three of them, then slumped into a chair, yawned lazily, looking a bit annoying.
The female police officer knew that Zuo Mu didn't want others to know about their acquaintance. Just as she was about to persuade him, the other police officer spoke up: "Kid, I advise you to tell us everything you know as soon as possible. This is no longer just about you or this hospital."
Zuo Mu ignored him and let his mind wander while sitting on the chair.
I wonder what Tang Tang is doing at school at this time?
Seeing his attitude, the police officer suddenly got angry and slapped the table hard: "What's going on in your hospital?"
"What do you mean?" Zuo Mu pretended to know nothing.
"Just yesterday, our department received an anonymous letter saying that there are some problems here, especially in the organ transplantation department. The organs don't come from the regular market at all. Instead, they've become a tool for you to make huge profits."
"Really?" Zuo Mu sat up straight, looking surprised: "I have no idea about this."
"Whether you know it or not doesn't matter. The important thing is, why are the sources of these organs unclear?"
The police officer handed the re - printed document to Zuo Mu.
Zuo Mu looked at the document in his hand and his expression became unusually solemn.
The situation was far more serious than he had thought.
Although Zuo Mu had paid some attention to organ transplantation before, he hadn't devoted too much energy to it.
From the origin of the organs, to the transplantation fees, and then to the post - operative recovery fees, everything was vague and the truth was not clearly stated.
It was obvious that there was something fishy going on.
Actually, Zuo Mu had this document as a safeguard. But now that the police had intervened, he had no choice but to go with the flow.
"According to this booklet, you perform so many organ transplantation surgeries every day, but the origin and the profits are all so vague. It seems like you're trying to hide something."
The police officer spoke quite bluntly.
Zuo Mu looked at him with a firm gaze: "I've known nothing about this from beginning to end."
Strictly speaking, apart from questioning him, the police really couldn't do much to Zuo Mu.
After all, he was the star surgeon here.
"You don't know, but what about this? There's a shortage of cadavers everywhere now. But here in your hospital, you perform two or three transplantation surgeries every day. Many patients can't get a chance to have the surgery because of the lack of organs. Why is it the other way around here?"
Zuo Mu of course knew this was abnormal. That was why he had started to investigate.
But since he didn't know who the enemy was, Zuo Mu decided to protest by remaining silent.
"Boss, we've found something here. A few days ago, this hospital just received some anonymous organs from a family member, which highly match those that Wang Lin is missing."
A clear voice came from the walkie - talkie.
The old police officer looked at Zuo Mu's changed expression with satisfaction and pressed the walkie - talkie: "Stay there and keep a close eye on it. Make sure no one enters the operating room."
What a coincidence! Zuo Mu was stunned after hearing their conversation. Could it really be what he was thinking?