Chapter 819: Solving the Problem

The food in the hospital cafeteria was decent enough—typical large-pot fare, not unpleasant. As for the meals provided to inpatients and their families, though Wang Yan hadn't eaten them, they looked noticeably worse.

But there was one advantage: cheap, and nutritionally adequate. It could only be said that the taste wasn't great, which was perfectly normal—after all, you had to make a profit somewhere.

Wang Yan specifically inquired and found out that the cafeteria was contracted by the head administrator's younger brother-in-law. The food was acceptable, with no major flaws. After all, directly compromising patient meals would be incredibly foolish—it would only show up at billing time. Just like the police station's cafeteria, the ingredients were fine, nutrition sufficient, and free of charge, yet profits were still made at settlement.

Wang Yan didn't dwell on it. If he were the Public Security Bureau chief, he'd clean house from top to bottom. But he was just a junior officer—he couldn't fix everyone, so targeting just one would be pointless and invite more trouble. Such matters certainly demanded strong crackdowns, but one person couldn't monitor everything, so he might as well let it slide…

After eating, accompanied by the deputy director, Wang Yan wandered through the hospital wards. It was midday break; the outpatient building was relatively quiet, so he could only stroll the inpatient floors.

Of course, wandering the inpatient floors was exactly what Wang Yan wanted—he still remembered Zhu Liming's case. Today's police call to the hospital was a perfect chance to check the obstetrics and gynecology ward—was that man there? After all, the plot had reached this point; it had probably been several days.

Although the Eighth Hospital was also a Class-A hospital, it was relatively inferior. The worst hospital in Ping'an City was undoubtedly in Ping'an District. But even that hospital had advantages: smaller size, newer building, better renovation, looking perfectly fine—even slightly better than Ping'an District's hospitals. The patients admitted weren't particularly poor.

Wandering slowly, chatting with people about their conditions, asking after their lives—no serious illnesses, no minor ones, no terminal cases, no filial children, no lonely elders without support—day after day, money flowed like water; it was hard to say the atmosphere was particularly good.

After a while, he arrived at the obstetrics ward, where few women were waiting for delivery.

Lü Cheng circled the area, but unfortunately, he didn't spot the woman from the original plot. That was unusual—childbirth isn't punctual; some arrive late, some early, some wait at home until symptoms appear, others rush in suddenly after their water breaks. Life comes and goes without warning.

Of course, it was understandable—no matter what, the person was dead. Though perhaps the doctors and nurses harbored grievances, they still tried to comfort him, explaining the reasons.

Actually, this hospital call gave him the chance—he'd never have gotten close otherwise. Since the opportunity arose, he could wait a bit longer for the residents he was supposed to visit. Compared to those few days, a doctor's life was clearly more important.

The eighty-year-old male lead surgeon nodded helplessly: "Yes, and I'll write the surgical record, detailing the procedure—but you can't see it yet. It must go through procedure."

"Incompetent doctors! You're profiting from murder! You took my wife's life…" He screamed wildly in the operating room, "Said there was uncontrolled bleeding, then said to remove the uterus—everything went smoothly, so how did she die? You fucking—"

That day, with no incidents in Ping'an, the head of the Medical Affairs Department hurried over to him, saying there'd been a case on the operating table, asking if he'd come to console the family and do some persuasion work.

"This woman hit hard—the injured doctor will likely qualify for serious injury; he'll probably get eight to seven months. It depends on what they want. I'll contact their family later. Whatever they choose—compensation or prison—they'll have to pay a price."

Wang Yan had already understood: during childbirth, cervical laceration, birth canal tear, and fetal debris entering the bloodstream triggered coagulation disorders—dual factors causing massive hemorrhage. And when the doctors issued the critical condition notice for signature, they dawdled. On the line between life and death, ten or four seconds could be decisive—how much more so with massive hemorrhage?

Not disappointing Wang Yan, on the seventh afternoon, he saw the woman—but the circumstances weren't good: he met her after her wife had bled to death.

How do you silence a talkative person? Don't respond—let them talk to themselves. Especially in a quiet, peaceful environment, when only their own noise remains, reason slowly returns, intelligence regains dominance. They'll reflect: "Did I say anything unreasonable?" And naturally, they'll fall silent.

Looking at the dazed woman, Wang Yan shook his head…

With no one found and time running short, the group left the ward. Wang Yan paused, then seized the opportunity: "Director Xue, today's incident shows your work isn't up to standard. I'm a community officer, yet your hospital's security booth at the main gate hasn't even been used. For the next two days, I'll come patrol your main gate—deterrence, and I'll take photos for publicity."

After instructing the Liu auxiliary officer to take the couple to the holding room and file an initial police report with Medical Affairs, Wang Yan pulled out a Huazǐ and lit one: "The instructor assigned me this 110 call. These two cut the line, assaulted doctors and nurses—the hospital reported it. I waited until their examination was done and the doctor confirmed no major issues before bringing them back."

"You don't trust this… Dr. Fang's conclusion, nor do you trust the Eighth Hospital's Medical Affairs? Then go to the Health Bureau's Medical Administration Division. I'll help you arrange a joint investigation by city and district authorities, and I'll guarantee its authenticity with my reputation and future. Here—take out your phone and record. I'll make this guarantee. You might not know me, but that's fine—I'm a police officer from Siwaihe Police Station. My name is Lü Cheng. You can check later."

So although Wang Yan clearly heard murmurs and saw glances, he said nothing—just see how they handled it.

Actually, this case was hard to handle. The couple who cut the line and assaulted others had a child; sentencing them meant one to six months in prison—a criminal penalty with severe impact on the child. Their future employment would also suffer; at minimum, they couldn't obtain a clean criminal record. Their only path was reconciliation.

Wang Yan said, "By the way, Chief, I've communicated with Deputy Director Xue of the Eighth Hospital. For the next few days, I'll be on duty at the hospital to prevent bigger conflicts. The line-cutting and fighting were bad enough, but I fear someone might get obsessed, bring a knife, and start stabbing randomly."

"Solve problems, not just complain—that's useless. Madam, the ground's cold. Stand up and speak." Wang Yan turned to the doctors and nurses at the operating room door and asked, "He says you're profiting from murder, that you intentionally killed her—was there video footage during the surgery?"

"No, I don't think so either. After today's shift, you go tomorrow—just do it for eight days. It should have some effect."

Not anything else—just that someone under your care had died, the family had erupted again, and now he doubted himself, was exhausted, wanted to die.

He politely greeted them, then had the woman check everyone's identity information on the spot—all publicly available, searchable on Baidu. Then he proceeded with the process: reviewing surveillance, the lead surgeon's surgical records, and the autopsy. The deputy director of the municipal Health Bureau, who led the investigation, courteously announced the findings: no issues found, offered condolences, and everyone departed.

Then the old woman came over, hugging Wang Yan's leg, sobbing and sniffling: "You're treating lives like grass! You didn't report it, but we did! Officer, you must protect us—you can't side with the hospital! We reported them—they intentionally killed her…"

The next day, Wang Yan kept his word. After attending the morning meeting at the station and chatting with Xia Jie, he and the Liu auxiliary officer, fully equipped, went to Ping'an City Eighth People's Hospital to patrol the main gate.

Besides the woman, her parents joined in the shouting, and the old woman had even lain on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

"Dad, Mom, go see the baby. I'll wait here. Call him." The woman's eyes were red.

Wang Yan looked carefully at the male doctor and nodded, then turned to the Medical Affairs staff. The latter immediately declared: "We'll initiate the investigation immediately."

The old woman couldn't speak, the old man was inarticulate and just kept saying "yes yes yes," and the woman chimed in. Wang Yan had successfully shifted the target—but he himself was the target.

"You don't believe us? We're all from the same hospital—we'll protect our own."

The two chatted, smoked a cigarette, then Wang Yan went to handle the case.

In fact, whenever a patient's family strongly questioned a doctor, he'd also call the Health Bureau to investigate.

The strained doctor-patient relationship, mutual distrust, stems largely from the barbaric growth era when corrupt doctors multiplied, moral standards declined, the spirit of serving the people vanished, and the initial compassion disappeared…

Back at the outpatient building, Wang Yan waited until the hospital's doctor brought the couple, still grieving, and then returned with Medical Affairs staff to Siwaihe Police Station.

Wang Yan paced by the entrance, hand on his belt, looking imposing. But public evaluation wasn't good—we'd all seen the staged performance.

It was peak time; many people booked afternoon appointments, preferring earlier slots. In hospitals, doctors ask questions, then issue orders for tests—blood draws, X-rays, etc. —all crowded, especially imaging. Arriving early meant you might get a same-day follow-up, instead of waiting another night until the seventh day.

"Good!"

Clearly not good, so Lü Cheng imposed maximum detention, reflected in the terms of the letter of understanding…

After watching for a while, Wang Yan roughly understood the mother-son trio's intentions. This woman probably wasn't unkind to her husband—otherwise she wouldn't have come with a knife seven days later. But her parents were different, especially her mother: she showed no real grief over her daughter-in-law's death. Despite the screaming and rolling on the floor, it was mostly performance. Why? Likely because of poor mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relations—this child was a girl. Her plan seemed to be extracting money from the hospital to remarry her son.

It was indeed a tragedy: Wang Shouyi lost his life, his wife and child lost a loved one, Zhu Liming lost a friend. The perpetrator, this woman, murdered Wang Shouyi intentionally—she'd face at least a fixed-term sentence. She lost her husband but gave birth safely; her child gained a mother, and thus also a father. Whether her parents would wait until her release was uncertain, and the child's living environment would be terrible.

"You're right. If you find it troublesome, just go. You can handle communication yourself. I'll tell the bureau tomorrow—take some photos. That counts as completing your duty. Promote it."

As for the investigation, call people now. You and I—identity info isn't forged, we all have work IDs. When they arrive, you can Google each one on your phone. I'm leaving now. Within two hours, if they haven't arrived, go see the baby first. His wife isn't moving—isn't she under abdominal pressure? Hold off for two hours—no problem. And don't just do that—call our Gongan Bureau's forensic expert too. Let them all see what happened.

Wang Yan never sought credit for doing good. This time, he quietly helped Zhu Liming and saved Wang Shouyi. Of course, this assumes he encountered the woman while on duty at the hospital, preventing the tragedy…

Doctors are a group—some good, some bad. It's wrong to condemn the few because of the many, but that's unavoidable. Just like the "lost generation" after 1940, or the stereotypes about Northeasterners being kind, stupid, or fake-righteous—it's the same logic. The vast majority of the public never learn to analyze specific cases, or if they do, they still say it anyway—it's just another form of indifference.

After back-and-forth negotiations, the couple compensated the head nurse 7,000 yuan and the seriously injured doctor 87,000 yuan, plus the seventeen-day detention Wang Yan had previously mentioned—intended to hurt them, deeply.

This was because the hospital's population was diverse—possibly including people from county towns or other districts. Even though Wang Yan had searched several times and official media had criticized, in the information age, visibility still has limits—not everyone knows everyone. Lü Cheng's terrifying reputation in Siwaihe and his notable name across government units was hard-won; wanting everyone to know him was impossible.

Director Xue paused, recalling Wang Yan's past, then nodded: "The hospital's always busy. You know that. Doctor-patient relations are tense now. It's good you're coming on duty. Thank you, Officer Wang."

Wang Yan readily agreed—he was a professional at this, and now that he was there, he might just encounter the woman who caused the tragedy.

Just as they brought the couple to the car, Zhu Liming's questioning gaze appeared from outside the hospital.

Such people never learn. They won't just let it go—no need to guess. Last time they dared, and next time they'll be even more brazen, more entitled, convinced it's their right.

"How do you plan to handle this?" Zhu Liming asked as usual.

Officer Wang's shout instantly silenced the scene, drawing the woman and her parents' attention.

Now the situation was this: Lü Cheng didn't speak, the medical staff and security didn't speak—only the eight-person family spoke. As they spoke, their voices grew louder, until they finally fell silent.

"Serving the people is what we should do," Wang Yan waved his hand and replied with a smile.

Wang Yan said, "What he just said was harsh, but losing a loved one is understandable—every doctor and nurse here understands. Now let's proceed with the investigation. You hope he'll cooperate with you, stay rational. Our hospital's investigation he may trust, but surely he won't doubt the city and district-level Health Bureaus? The dead cannot be brought back, but his newborn son still needs care—he should be looking after his son, seeing the treasure his wife left behind."

Wang Yan's phone call, of course, had no effect; within just a short time, officials from the city and district-level Health Bureau's Medical Administration Division, experts from the hospitals we contacted, and even the senior forensic doctors from both levels were all in place.

Wang Yan said nothing, simply standing there calmly. If it weren't for the woman having just lost her wife, he would've already started yelling—now was clearly the right moment.

Undoubtedly, this woman was especially close to him, his parents. Undoubtedly, the doctor's actions were flawed, yet the man showed no fear. Most undoubtedly, Lv Cheng acted for this woman's sake—he was saving her. Though this now brings some trouble, it resolves a greater trouble; these minor troubles are no longer troubles.

The woman's parents muttered a few more words, but when they saw Wang Yan pull out his phone and make eight calls, they finally agreed to follow the nurse to see their grandson.

Detailed statements were taken from both the husband and wife; Wang Yan obtained the injury assessments issued by the bureau's forensic doctors. By then, the couple's relatives and friends had arrived, and with one saying this and another that, they quickly reached a settlement.

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