Chapter 525: Old Wei's Baby-Making Diary

Wei Shouqin's impassioned speech about "a doctor's benevolent heart" filled the study with such an aura of righteous vigor that those unaware might have thought they were at an advanced deeds report meeting.

Peng Tianhua looked at the Items scattered across the floor.

Then he looked at Wei Shouqin, who wore an expression of "I'm innocent, but I hide my merits and fame," and suddenly felt his intelligence being insulted as never before.

He kicked the Item at his feet in anger and shouted, "You're fucking fooling around! Cherishing honors? Promoting work? Did you promote it onto Liu Qingmei's bed? Promote out hundreds of millions in illicit funds?!"

Wei Shouqin kept a straight face, even with a hint of pity and sympathy: "Section Chief Peng, please watch your language and manners. You'd rather believe a mental patient's one-sided account than hear my explanation. Now you've searched the house, you've even cut open the safe—whether I'm corrupt or not, you can't see it."

"Do you think I can't do anything to you?!" Peng Tianhua angrily demanded.

Wei Shouqin solemnly declared: "These Items are the best proof of my innocence! I, Wei Shouqin, whether practicing medicine earlier or entering politics later, have no guilt before heaven!"

"I'll prove your grandmother!"

Peng Tianhua was about to burst with anger, rolled up his sleeves ready to grapple with Wei Shouqin, but Lin Dongfan stopped him with a glance.

Lin Dongfan ignored Wei Shouqin's performance.

His gaze returned to the cut-open safe; he reached in and felt around—indeed there were only Items, nothing else.

That's spooky, very unscientific.

Would someone like Wei Shouqin really use such a sturdy, expensive safe to store a pile of worthless Items?

That's even more laughable than saying he's clean.

Lin Dongfan squatted before the safe, his fingers carefully probing the cut edge of the inner compartment. The metal cut was a bit sharp, but the inner wall was smooth.

As he felt around, his fingers paused at the bottom of the cabinet.

The feeling here… seemed to be an extremely fine seam, not a casting flaw, but rather…

He pressed hard, but there was no response; he wanted to pick at it but couldn't move it.

"Sining, shine a flashlight for me."

"Hmm."

Jian Sining turned on the flashlight, aiming it at the pitch-black interior of the cabinet.

At that moment Lin Dongfan also activated his phone's recording function, inserted the phone into the cabinet, and carefully filmed the bottom interior.

At that moment.

Everyone's gaze in the room focused on Lin Dongfan.

Wei Shouqin's composed and proud expression froze instantly, his pupils constricted, and he instinctively moved forward, but the prosecuting officer beside him quickly held him back: "Don't move!"

"Is there a hidden compartment inside?"

At that moment Peng Tianhua charged like a fully revived fighter, laughing and cursing at Wei Shouqin: "Damn! I knew it! There's no way the safe contains only Items!"

"There really isn't what you want inside."

Wei Shouqin again put on a look of helplessness.

But no matter what he said, it couldn't affect Lin Dongfan's search for clues.

After Lin Dongfan filmed the cabinet's interior with his phone, he carefully played back the mere ten-second video—sure enough, the bottom of the cabinet indeed had a hidden compartment.

Lin Dongfan reached into the safe again, feeling for the key position's green ammonium button.

He pressed it lightly.

Click.

A barely audible mechanical sound came from the bottom of the cabinet, almost overlooked.

Though the sound was faint, in the suddenly quiet study it was unusually clear, striking Wei Shouqin's heart like a death knell, turning his face ashen.

"Don't panic."

Lin Dongfan turned back, gave Wei Shouqin a light smile, and continued feeling for things inside the safe.

The hidden compartment at the bottom of the safe had been opened.

What was taken out wasn't gold bars or cash, but a seemingly ordinary, even somewhat aged black notebook, and a peculiarly shaped brass key.

"Notebook? Key?" Peng Tianhua exclaimed in disappointment: "All this fuss just to hide this? Surname Wei, you've got plenty of tricks……"

"I really didn't play tricks—I … I already said there's nothing you want inside."

Wei Shouqin remained stubborn, but the panic on his face couldn't be hidden; he grew so nervous he could barely speak, because Lin Dongfan was flipping through the notebook.

The notebook's cover was hard, feeling rough with the wear of years.

It wasn't a diary.

Instead, it recorded the menstruation dates of his mistresses!

The two most recent entries are:

Xiang Wenting, her menstrual cycle relatively stable; her last period was January 2, 2014, the next expected February 1, ovulation day January 16, margin of error 1-2 days.

Liu Qingmei, her menstrual cycle very irregular, needs regulation. Her last period was January 16, 2014; the next expected between February 10 and 20. Ovulation day:??? cannot be predicted; forget it, it's New Year's, I'll take her to Jingcheng for a few days, sowing seed morning and night—if it doesn't bloom, I don't believe it.

Seeing this, Lin Dongfan couldn't help but feel "admiration"; as for the professionalism of a seasoned stud, Director Wei ranks second—who would dare claim first?

Flipping through the first page of the diary, all the records are of this sort.

The notebook lists nine named mistresses, but the others only record menstrual cycles, without ovulation predictions.

Only Liu Qingmei and Xiang Wenting have predicted ovulation days.

That means only those two are suitable for bearing children.

Lin Dongfan chuckled intriguingly: "Director Wei, to have a child you've gone to great lengths. Since your wife can't bear children, why not divorce her?"

"Who says I'm doing this for a child? These are patient records!" Wei Shouqin stubbornly argued: "Although I'm now in politics, I've never forgotten a doctor's duty. Within my ability, I help any patient who comes to me, free of charge."

"Director Wei, have you forgotten you used to be a surgeon?" Lin Dongfan regarded Wei Shouqin as if admiring a simpleton: "When did you switch to obstetrics and gynecology?"

"The Wei family is a medical lineage; I know both gynecology and urology, versed in both Chinese and Western medicine. Don't believe me? Let me feel your pulse—I'll know if your kidneys are deficient."

When it came to feeling pulses, Wei Shouqin was not just ordinarily confident.

Lin Dongfan decisively grabbed Peng Tianhua's wrist and thrust it toward Wei Shouqin: "Blowing hot air—if you've got the skill, feel his pulse and show me."

"Director Lin, you really haven't seen a Chinese medicine master!"

"Wei Shouqin gave a cold smile, and in the next second he placed his three fingers on Peng Tianhua's wrist."

"Peng Tianhua jerked back as if shocked, instinctively pulling his hand back, and Lin Dongfan coldly shouted: 'What are you doing? Don't move!'"

"No…… Director Lin, this matter……"

"Peng Tianhua panicked inside, thinking, 'You bastard don't believe in the Chinese medicine master—that's your business; I do believe. Why are you pushing me out to be a guinea pig?'"

"He really wanted to pull his hand back, but didn't dare; he felt so stifled!"

"Peng Tianhua warned Wei Shouqin meaningfully: 'Wei, my body is excellent! Pay attention, don't get my pulse wrong!'"

"The implication is: my kidneys, whether diseased or not, are not weak!"

"Unexpectedly, Wei Shouqin closed his eyes and confidently said: 'Your urine is yellow and you're inflamed; you haven't had sex in over two months—is it because your wife won't let you in bed?'"