Chapter 193

A deep glint flashed through Qian Huan's eyes as he spoke slowly: "Not necessary, Forensic Doctor Qin. You only need to act according to your duties. It's just that afterward, in private, you might consider revealing some of Feng Mu's condition before death to Li Bashan."

Feng Mu was clearly still alive and kicking, yet Qian Huan and Qin Liang were already laboring over matters after his death; having such forward-thinking leadership and colleagues was, for Feng Mu, truly tremendous fortune.

Suddenly, a burst of phone vibration cut off the two men's conversation.

——Buzz buzz buzz——

Qian Huan's gaze turned toward Qin Liang, and Qin Liang, showing good sense, rose and walked toward the gate.

Qian Huan answered the phone, his face changing abruptly: "What? My uncle had an accident? Oh, okay, I'll rush to the hospital right away."

Qin Liang's hand pulling the door stopped mid-air; he turned back, looking at the Prison Warden quizzically: "Warden, did something happen?"

Qian Huan forced his breathing to steady, answering with a strained smile: "Nothing, an underground pipe on Qiming Street leaked and inadvertently triggered an explosion. My uncle happened to be driving past there, and was unfortunately caught in the blast; his car was blown flying."

Qin Liang's eyes went round, and he marveled inwardly: "This is 'nothing'? This situation is already enough to write an autopsy report."

Qian Huan continued explaining: "Fortunately my uncle's vehicle underwent reinforced blast-proofing, so he's merely in a coma now, already sent to the hospital urgently; there should be no life danger."

Qin Liang listened to Qian Huan's words, then glanced again at the blast-proof glass before him, and finally understood — Qian Huan's cautious personality came from whom he took after.

As Prison Warden, Qian Huan can leave work anytime; no one dares take his attendance.

At this moment, he hurriedly started his vehicle and drove toward the Fourth Hospital in the city district.

On the way, Qian Huan encountered several checkpoints manned; clearly, Jisi Members and Patrol Bureau officials were still tensely searching city-wide for traces of Hou Wendong's Secretary.

However, from the current situation, this sort of screening seems not to have achieved notable results.

The vehicle slowed to a stop, joining the queuing line, waiting to undergo inspection.

During this waiting time, Qian Huan's thoughts drifted involuntarily to Hou Wendong.

Qian Huan wasn't very familiar with this Secretary; only during his previous tenure at the Company did he occasionally cross paths with this man in his Uncle Qian Tong's office, leaving him with some vague impressions of Hou Wendong.

However, one must admit, his transfer from the Company to serve as Prison Warden of Second Prison, this change, has thousand-thread connections with Hou Wendong.

After all, although the Company had already signed the "Second Prison Share Reform Five-Year Agreement" with the Executive Government, in actual operation, the advancement of many detail processes relied on Hou Wendong, this Secretary of Councilor Wang Xinfa.

It was Hou Wendong who negotiated and pushed on all fronts, that allowed "Second Prison Share Reform" to proceed bumpily, even making the Prison System compromise and yield the vacancy left by the Former Prison Warden's overwork death, which then fell into the Company's hands.

"Hou Wendong is a talent, hope he gets rescued." Qian Huan thought.

Clang.

The trunk was shut; the Jisi Member waved him through. Qian Huan collected his thoughts, drove through the checkpoint, and happened to pass by Qiming Street.

He slowed the car speed, glancing through the side window.

What met his eyes was a deep gully torn open by the explosion, buildings on both sides of the street all collapsed, exposing internal steel bars and brick.

Quite a few vehicles blown to pieces, twisted metal wreckage like abandoned skeletons scattered all over the ground.

Flames still licked several cars; those charred corpses wrapped in smoke emitted a bizarre meat aroma; roadside trees all uprooted; broken utility poles smashed on ground, sparks scattering.

Amidst the ruins, shattered glass, bricks and rubble everywhere. Some blown-out corpse fragments hung on shattered window edges, swaying ready to fall.

Air permeated with intense burnt smell and crying sounds.

Qian Huan took a deep breath, muttering inwardly:

"Pipe leak, hmph, this is definitely Executive Government legislators' approved Tofu-dreg Project. Good thing Uncle lent me the car recently, and I specially reinforced the body. Since Uncle survived this accident, I'll have to make him treat me better from now on."

He slowly rolled up the window, floored the accelerator, and the vehicle shot away from this ruin like an arrow from a bow.

20 minutes later, his car quietly parked in the Fourth Hospital's parking lot; many Blue White Cars and Ambulances still remained parked there.

The Inspection Corridor leading to the Emergency Room, stretchers queued up.

Spotless white-clad Nurses verifying injured citizens' Citizen Grade and Account Balance.

"Very sorry, your Citizen Grade is E-level; you need to rotate to the back of the queue." The Nurse Supervisor kept professional politeness, squatting down, speaking gently to the woman on the stretcher who had Burn Injury over large area and fallen into Unconsciousness.

Immediately, two strong male Nurses stepped forward, lifting the stretcher steadily to the queue's end.

Outside the Inspection Corridor, the woman's husband's eyes were cracking; he raged at the inside, emotionally trying to charge into the corridor, yet easily blocked by fully Armed Security Guards at the entrance.

"Sir, please calm down, do not interfere with Hospital's Normal Treatment Order."

The Nurse Supervisor lightly walked to the doorway, wearing professional smile, tone gentle yet firm, explaining to all anxious waiting Family Members outside:

"This Hospital strictly follows 【Lower City Medical Resource Management Regulations】, orderly treating injured patients according to Citizen Grade. This measure aims to Prevent disorderly squeeze of Medical Resources, Ensure most injured patients receive due care in orderly environment, simultaneously also for upholding all humanity's Common Consensus and social Rule."

Through fully Armed Security Guards, the Nurse Supervisor sincerely appealed and requested: "Please everyone understand this Regulation, and maintain necessary Order."

The man struggled like a trapped beast, his voice full of Despair and Anger: "You call this treatment, clearly it's Murder!"

The Nurse Supervisor kept calm, her eyes without slightest fluctuation, tone still peaceful:

"Sir, please understand, Citizen Grade and Resource Management Method are Great Cataclysm aftermath human society's Consensus and must-obey Rules. Your wife in Coma can follow this System; as her husband you should give her support, not Destroy this Order."

Qian Huan entered Hospital, just heard noisy crying; he frowned slightly, showed Citizen ID, and was led into VIP Channel.

Inside VIP Channel, Family Members sitting on Sofa, emotions all stable by far.

Among them two gorgeously dressed middle-aged noblewomen speaking softly: "Outside noise truly unbearable, don't they know Hospital needs Quiet?"

"Indeed so, these Lower-class Citizens, not only Gene Level low, even basic quality lacking."

Qian Huan's gaze lightly swept past them; both noblewomen immediately noticed, nodded apologetically, then very cultivatedly lowered voices further.

Qian Huan indifferently withdrew gaze, turned toward corridor's deepest part, where Waiting Room specially for VVIP was prepared.

Room interior exceptionally quiet; only one well-maintained female about fifty, elegantly sitting on Chair holding a cup of clear tea, gaze focused through Glass Window watching opposite Operating Room.

Inside Operating Room, several Doctors in immaculate White Coats, expressions intent around Surgical Bed, mutually dividing labor orderly performing surgery.

Patient on Surgical Bed eyes tightly shut, face pale, breathing stable, like in deep sleep.

Beside Surgical Bed, various high-tech monitoring instruments reflected real-time Vital Signs of patient; these indicators also projected onto outside Glass.

Qian Huan seriously scanned glass's jumping indicators; his taut nerves gradually relaxed.

"Don't worry, your Uncle's fine; explosion shock blocked by car body mostly; just door took impact, chest several Rib Fractures; no life danger; another half hour surgery should finish and push to Recovery Ward." Woman put down tea cup, face calm.

"Mother, you always say I'm too careful; but this time if not for me modifying Uncle's car..."

Qian Huan looked proudly at Mother, tone carrying a hint of claiming credit,

"I just passed through Qiming Street; the scene there was truly shocking."

The woman looked at Qian Huan, a faint smile flashing in her eyes, but at the same time, a barely perceptible worry flickered at the bottom of her eyes.

She said softly: "Indeed, thanks to you. When your Uncle wakes up, you must have him thank you properly. However, even after your Uncle wakes up, Ken Pa he will need to recuperate in the Hospital for a period of time. Therefore, there are some things I must explain to you in advance, concerning the Prison……"

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