Chapter 1323: 1283 Do you know who I am?

Money moves people's hearts.

The choice between life's pressures and human dignity, at times, truly only needs a provocation to abandon one's bottom line.

The endless ordeal has basically pushed the caregivers' mental state to the brink of collapse.

The key is that there's no end in sight; I don't know how many more days of this I have to endure.

Luo sai hu zi is relatively better off—he didn't spend a penny on the whole treatment, and afterwards he supposedly got a live‑stream fee of twenty thousand yuan.

But Liu Xiaomei and Fei Yunfu had their thoughts stirred.

Chang Yue knew that, by being here, they had inadvertently avoided a great disaster.

No matter how Liu Xiaomei decides in the end, I will definitely be able to suppress her doubts.

But if Chief Zheng doesn't let Doctor Mehari perform the surgery today, and I don't change into casual clothes and come up, I might face a major medical dispute.

Although the possibility is small, it does indeed exist.

Really fortunate.

Isn't professional medical disturbance supposed to be severely cracked down on? How can someone openly come provoke patients' families? Chang Yue somewhat doesn't understand.

"I'm going to the restroom." Chang Yue moved close to Liu Xiaomei's side and whispered.

Liu Xiaomei finally came to her senses, feeling a bit ashamed. For such a matter, I actually hesitated.

Luo sai hu zi smacked his lips, sighed, and said, "Little sis, what you say makes sense, but Boss Zheng is really a good person."

"What good is a good person if it can't suffer for you here?" Da Bolan Juan said, getting more into role, feeling she was born to do this work.

Section Chief Mao's assigned task should be settled, as long as I add a bit more effort.

"Sigh, I actually don't want to be like this. Isn't it just that we met by fate tonight?" Da Bolan Juan sighed, steered the topic back, and said, "Besides, it's not the hospital's regular equipment—you know what he's injecting in there; the infection might come from that."

"..."

That remark poured oil on the fire and shattered the fragile balance.

Liu Xiaomei looked up at Da Bolan Juan, her right hand feeling around.

"Little sis, don't get agitated—if you want to, we can discuss it slowly." Da Bolan Juan smiled, trying to make his expression more kind, more amiable, to stir the thoughts of this impoverished patient's family member.

"Get lost, you damn idiot!" Liu Xiaomei grabbed the half‑full water bottle and threw it.

Endless torment, pressure, and grievance were vented in this moment.

The bottle cap wasn't tightened; the pure water inside had already been drunk, and it was filled with tap water.

The cap scattered, and water drenched Da Bolan Juan from head to toe.

Luo sai hu zi was also affected; he angrily said, "You girl, usually looking quite demure, how can you just flip your face like that?"

"Go make money, you go!" Liu Xiaomei looked at Luo sai hu zi and said coldly, "Get lost! Get lost now!"

Da Bolan Juan didn't know why the situation before her suddenly changed, and she stared for a moment.

Luo sai hu zi snapped, "If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter. Boss Zheng is a true master—I'm sick of living? This money, I'm afraid I can earn it but not spend it."

"Little sis, let me give you a piece of advice." Luo sai hu zi said to Da Bolan Juan, "Boss Zheng must not be offended. A few days ago that master lay on the ground twitching, foam at his mouth. If Boss Zheng hadn't shown kindness, I reckon I'd have wet myself a few minutes later."

Da Bolan Juan found Luo sai hu zi's words especially foul and tiresome. His eyes kept fixed on those salty‑pig hands, fearing that in this dark fire corridor he might take advantage of her.

But Luo sai hu zi is the type who has intent but no courage; he hehe‑laughed and said, "All I told you are good words—hurry find a spot to rest, or later you won't even have space for a single camp bed."

Da Bolan Juan still wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Liu Xiaomei's gaze, a sense of fear welled up, and she stood up awkwardly.

How could it change in the blink of an eye? Saying people are poor does have some truth. What I said is practically a golden road—it cured illness and made money, a win‑win.

How am I going to explain this to Section Chief Mao when I go back?

Da Bolan Juan dazedly opened the fire‑exit door and saw Chang Yue hurrying over with two security guards.

"It's her." Chang Yue pointed at Da Bolan Juan and said.

"Miss, please wait a moment before leaving; the Branch Bureau personnel will arrive shortly, and there are some things you need to explain." The security guard said, somewhat doubtful.

This person looks somewhat familiar, as if I've seen them somewhere before.

Cao Lixia, with her big wavy hair, seemed frozen; she stared in astonishment at Chang Yue and the security guard, then threw her head back, chin lifted, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Huh? Caught red‑handed, how can she be so arrogant? Chang Yue felt a pang, silently cursing Su Yun: "Wasn't the surgery supposed to be over? Why is the procrastination acting up now? It's not even time yet."

"I'm Cao Lixia from the Science and Education Department—what do you need from me?" Cao Lixia said.

The security guard wore a look of helplessness; this matter had become a fuss.

He glared at Chang Yue and said, "Explain yourself—what's going on?"

Seeing Cao Lixia's demeanor, which didn't look like she was lying, Chang Yue realized this was completely different from what he had expected. He fell silent, anxiously picked up his phone, and called Su Yun.

The ringtone sounded in the fire corridor, and Chang Yue suddenly relaxed.

Usually Su Yun seems annoying, but now he gives a sense of security. Meanwhile, Chang Yue in the midst of the confrontation didn't notice his own shift in thought, staring at Cao Lixia, afraid she'd run away.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun ran up, not out of breath.

Looking up, he saw the security guard and Cao Lixia, and Su Yun instantly sketched countless scenarios in his mind. Combined with Chang Yue's earlier urgent tone and fragmented words, he had already grasped at least thirty percent of the truth.

"Boss Zheng, Yun Ge'er, how did you come here?" The security guard said with a smile.

"Why aren't you staying in the emergency room? How did you come over?" Su Yun and the security guard chatted familiarly.

"Isn't this what she said about professional medical disturbance?" The security guard glanced at Chang Yue.

"She's a doctor from our department." Su Yun grabbed Chang Yue's wrist, pulled her behind him, and whispered, "What happened?"

Chang Yue lowered his voice, briefly told Su Yun what was up, and added that he had reported the case immediately.

Now the crackdown on organized crime is especially fierce; many gangsters who had washed their hands and gone ashore years ago are being overturned by their old case files.

As for professional medical disturbance, it's also on the recent list of the crackdown.

This is a big deal.

Su Yun had a bit of a headache; after just a few minutes talking with Director Miao inside, such a big thing happened!

"I'll give Director Ye a call." Su Yun said hurriedly.