Chapter 3006: 2806 Truth

"How do you know that?" Zheng Ren asked softly.

"I still don't know even now; I'm just guessing. But from his appearance you can tell—it's probably the old idea, with no progress all these years." Su Yun said softly, her tone lacking contempt or mockery, instead filled with… longing?!

Have you seen it? Zheng Ren instinctively wanted to ask that question, but just as the words were about to leave his mouth he suddenly remembered something—he instantly recalled Su Yun saying, during a night shift once, like a ghost.

So that's how it is.

Zheng Ren fell silent, quietly watching Su Yun's back, quietly listening to the voices of the guards, Chang Yue'an comforting patients, and patients' families in the hallway.

Motives and reasons no longer matter, and it seems it's not just about resolving a hidden trouble or problem so simply.

After a few minutes, the police arrived at the community hospital.

"What's going on? Who called the police?"

Two police officers appeared, one old and one young; the younger officer spoke first.

"It's me, officer." Zheng Ren said steadily, "My name is Zheng Ren, I'm a doctor in Ward 912."

"Zheng… you're Doctor Zheng who won the Nobel Prize this year!"

Upon hearing it was Zheng Ren, the police attitude became much more enthusiastic.

"It's me; I now suspect a patient's relative wanted to murder the patient, but we discovered and stopped it." Zheng Ren said.

"Murder… that word is also quite unfamiliar to the community police."

"Doctor Zheng, how did you determine that?" the older police officer asked cautiously.

"We suspect the patient's IV glucose solution was laced with a large amount of insulin by the patient's relative." Zheng Ren voiced his suspicion, "We have video footage of the whole process, which we will hand over to you."

"Um, where is the evidence? You guys…" the young officer began, but was cut off by the older officer behind him.

"That might require you to come with us to the branch bureau to give a statement; it won't take much of your time." The older officer said very cautiously.

Attempted murder is a serious matter, especially since it involves a scientist. In ordinary people's eyes, Zheng Ren, who has won the Nobel Prize, is already considered a scientist.

"No problem." Zheng Ren said in a low voice, "The patient's relative is inside, and our guards are watching."

"No casualties, right?"

"No, our guards are very professional." Zheng Ren smiled, "As for the patient… she may have received a small dose of high-concentration insulin, just showing signs of hypoglycemia; we gave symptomatic treatment, so she doesn't need to come along."

"Let me take a look." The older officer immediately called his superiors to report the matter.

The higher-ups knew about it, saying everything should be done by the book, and the 912 hospital side had already communicated.

Soon, Lin Ge came running, out of breath.

"Boss Zheng, what happened?" Lin Ge strode up three steps at a time; for someone his age, this amount of exercise is already excessive.

But seeing Zheng Ren standing steady in the hallway, he immediately relaxed. As long as Boss Zheng was fine, even someone like Lin Ge, who worries at the mere mention of attempted murder, had been anxious all the way.

Zheng Ren briefly explained the whole process, and Lin Ge got busy again.

Insulin added to the glucose solution becomes ineffective after 6–24 hours; Lin Ge, to be absolutely sure, immediately pressed for swift results.

This time it wasn't something Boss Zheng could mess around with; they'd truly run into an issue, and Lin Ge knew it.

Right now, it's Zheng Ren's medical team that discovered the incident; similar things have happened over the years without anyone noticing, and no one knows how many.

As deputy director of the Medical Department and head of the Dispute Office, he knows clearly what frontline staff feel.

Although there are doubts, this isn't a detective drama—evidence isn't easily gathered, and the original conclusion isn't easily overturned. In the end it becomes a muddled account that nobody really pursues; besides, the saying "the people don't report, officials don't investigate" has nothing to do with doctors and the hospital.

Lin Ge thought that running into Boss Zheng was just bad luck for this person.

This time there are no more problems; with technical staff assisting, the evidence and witnesses were all taken back to the police station.

The police found an undisposed syringe and insulin in the ward—these are solid evidence.

After taking the statements, which was already three hours later, the test results showed that the remaining several dozen milliliters of glucose solution contained a large amount of insulin; preliminarily estimated, the patient's relative had injected about 300 units of insulin.

Moreover, the video surveillance of the nurse adding the drug and the hallway monitoring are both available, leaving no doubt about this.

Leaving the branch bureau, distant lights flashed twice. It was as if, in the darkness, a soul had appeared and blinked like an eye.

Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes and saw the familiar Xiao Hong; Xie Yiren was getting out of a Volvo, with Heizi beside her.

"How did you come here?" Zheng Ren asked, somewhat surprised.

"I was worried about you; I called but you didn't answer, then I called Lin Chu and found out you were here." Xie Yiren, light as a forest-leaping squirrel, bounced over to them with Heizi.

Zheng Ren smiled, and the gloom in his heart lifted somewhat.

Perhaps this is the only thing that could make him happy after a night of turmoil; the world is still beautiful.

He opened his arms, held Xie Yiren in his embrace, and Zheng Ren felt again that invincible sensation. His heart was steady, warm, full of strength and conviction.

He wanted to pat Heizi's head, but Zheng Ren's arm didn't reach; the creature hesitated only a moment, then ran toward Su Yun.

"How long have you been waiting?" Zheng Ren asked gently.

"Not long, how are you? Are you all okay?" Xie Yiren asked with concern.

"Fine, everyone's still okay." Zheng Ren replied.

"What exactly happened?"

"The final technical analysis confirmed a large amount of insulin in the solution, and ordinary insulin vials and syringes were also found in the ward. Su Yun was wearing gloves when she took the glucose bottle; fingerprint analysis is still pending, but there is full video. The evidence chain is complete, so there's no problem."

"Good, good."

Xie Yiren buried her head in Zheng Ren's chest; the breeze stirred her hair, soft and gentle.

But Heizi ran to Su Yun's side, thrusting his head under her hand, constantly moving.

Su Yun's mood seemed off; he lifted his head to gaze at the sky, hands behind his head. Heizi, unwilling to give up, stood upright on his hind legs and rubbed his head against Su Yun.

This time Su Yun couldn't help it; he softly sighed, patted Heizi's head, and said, "It's fine, it's fine, go home and sleep early; let's drink together tomorrow."

The warm breath Heizi exhaled brought a puff of white mist; seeing Su Yun start to rub his dog's head, Heizi immediately sat down and lifted his gaze to Su Yun's expression.

Finally Lin Ge came out, accompanied by a leader from the municipal bureau.

"Director Dong, you may go back; thank you for the trouble tonight."

"It's all part of the job; go back and give Director Yan my regards."