Chapter 535: Director He's Clever Move Backfires

In the changing room, Xiang Wenting quickly coiled her black hair and put on He Zhiqiang's greasy wig, which still smelled of scalp oil.

The wig didn't fit right, sitting askew on her head, matching her frightened yet still pretty face.

She looked mismatched, comical and eerie.

"Old pervert, how long has it been since you washed this wig?"

Xiang Wenting smelled it and almost gagged, feeling nauseous as she quickly ripped off He Zhiqiang's outerwear, a full male disguise.

She made He Zhiqiang look like a battered little wife.

He wanted to resist but didn't dare.

He Zhiqiang gave a bitter, tear‑less smile: "My reputation… is totally ruined… Little Xiang, if you run away you must still remember my kindness…"

"Who's Little Xiang? I'm your grandma!"

Xiang Wenting retorted angrily, checked herself in the mirror, still uneasy, and grabbed a disposable surgical mask from the nearby tray to wear.

She pushed her glasses up, lowered her voice: "Which passage has the fewest people now?"

"The…… logistics freight elevator…… normally used to haul medical waste and linens……" He Zhiqiang, his mind scrambled, blurted it out instinctively.

"Get out of the way!"

Xiang Wenting shoved the obstructive He Zhiqiang aside, disguised herself as a hospital logistics worker, and wheeled out a cart piled with white coats.

That calm escape silhouette left He Zhiqiang speechless.

I just can't figure it out—where does that shameless woman get her confidence? The Anti‑Corruption Bureau aren't pushovers. If she gets caught, what then? Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

He Zhiqiang plopped down on the changing bench.

He covered his shiny head with both hands, muttering: "Done… totally done… If that woman gets caught, she'll surely spill that I licked her."

……

Outside the operating room, the stalemate continued.

Zhao Chi and his relatives were beyond agitated, desperately blocking Si Ning and others, saliva almost spraying onto her face.

"If anything happens to my dad, I won't let you off!"

"Anti‑Corruption? Pah! When can't you arrest people? You had to show up while he was in surgery! I see you're just looking for trouble, not wanting my dad to recover."

That grating voice made Si Ning's face turn ice‑cold as she suppressed her anger.

She had tried reasoning and legal education with Zhao Chi—useless. It's obvious even to a toe‑thinker that he's been provoked to stir trouble on purpose!

Otherwise, how would he know the Anti‑Corruption Bureau came to arrest someone?

Si Ning lifted her wrist to check her watch; she'd waited nearly two hours, the surgery should have ended long ago, yet no one had come out.

Si Ning immediately dialed He Zhiqiang's phone: "Director He, we need to enter the operating room to check the situation; please come personally to calm the relatives' emotions! Otherwise, we will hold your hospital and staff liable for obstructing official duties."

Having said that, she hung up.

She was about to call Lin Dongfan when, from the far end of the hallway, came a slow yet oppressive footsteps.

Lin Dongfan had arrived!

Fan Ye wore a crisp administrative jacket, chest bearing the unit's exclusive badge. His face showed no expression, but as his eyes swept over, the noisy hallway hushed a bit.

"Director Lin!"

Si Ning immediately went up to meet him.

She quickly reported: "Family members have been incited, blocking the OR door and causing a scene. He Zhiqiang is hiding, refusing to come out; the situation inside the OR is unclear. I suspect they're helping Xiang Wenting escape."

Lin Dongfan nodded, his gaze sweeping past the shouting relatives and landing on one or two nurses watching nearby.

"You."

Lin Dongfan pointed at one nurse: "Go tell He Zhiqiang I give him one minute to get his ass out here to see me! If it's less than a minute, or if Xiang Wenting has any problem, you'll bear the consequences!"

The little nurse panicked, didn't dare to fart, and rushed to deliver the message.

Lin Dongfan then turned his gaze to the relatives led by Zhao Chi.

Fan Ye didn't shout.

Nor did he lecture.

He just stepped forward.

His voice, though not loud, rose clearly over the clamor: "I'm the Provincial Anti‑Corruption Bureau Director, Lin Dongfan—answer me loudly! Who is the person undergoing surgery inside?"

"It… it's my dad…"

Zhao Chi was cowed by Fan Ye's aura, his speech no longer as arrogant as before; this left Si Ning speechless—evil must be met with evil!

No…… my senior brother isn't evil; he's even more terrifying than evil……

Before Si Ning could figure out how to describe her senior brother's domineering aura, he boomed: "Speak—who put you up to causing trouble here?"

"No…… nothing…… who…… who caused trouble? I didn't cause any……"

Zhao Chi lowered his head, trembling; the other relatives didn't dare utter a sound, as if they'd sensed from Lin Dongfan an aura of "not to be messed with."

Si Ning didn't have that aura.

"Move aside!"

Lin Dongfan issued a cold order.

Just as Zhao Chi and the others were stunned into helplessness, He Zhiqiang came running, bald head shining, wearing a white coat, his steps frantic.

He put on a smile.

As soon as he arrived he thrust out both hands, gripping Lin Dongfan's right hand tightly: "I was busy with work, didn't know Director Lin was honoring us with your presence—my apologies for not greeting you sooner……"

"Open the door!"

Lin Dongfan didn't waste words, flicking his right hand.

He Zhiqiang showed a hint of difficulty: "This…… the surgery hasn't ended yet, Director Lin……"

"Director He."

Lin Dongfan interrupted him, his voice icy enough to shed chips: "Not opening the door is fine, or… you come with me to the Anti-Corruption Bureau for a good chat?"

"Please!"

As soon as the Anti-Corruption Bureau was mentioned, He Zhiqiang instantly wilted.

He personally pushed open the door of the phone room and led Lin Dongfan and the others inside. Inside, several real doctors and nurses stared at the newcomers with stunned expressions.

On the operating table.

The patient lay peacefully, as if the surgery had ended and they were now undergoing post‑operative care.

And the lead surgeon, Xiang Wenting…

had already vanished without a trace!

"Where is Xiang Wenting?!"

Jian Sining demanded sharply of the anesthetist sitting in front, playing with their phone.

The anesthetist got up, glanced at Jian Sining, Lin Dongfan and the others, then at Director He, whose complexion looked poor, and calmly said: "Director Xiang just said they were feeling unwell and went to the changing room to rest."

"Lead the way!"

Lin Dongfan swept his gaze over He Zhiqiang, who didn't dare to let out a fart, and hastily led everyone to the changing room.

As expected, they came up empty-handed again.

Lin Dongfan gave He Zhiqiang a light smile: "Director He, do you think she can fly out of my palm?"

"Director Lin, you're joking—this isn't for me to guess." He Zhiqiang then became much calmer, forcing a wry smile: "If there's anything you need me to cooperate with, just give the order."

"Then please put on these handcuffs."

Lin Dongfan lifted a pair of handcuffs and waved them in front of He Zhiqiang.

He Zhiqiang was completely flustered: "Director… Director Lin, are you joking with me? May I ask what I've done wrong?"

"Will you wear them or not?" Lin Dongfan asked with a smile, the handcuffs still held before He Zhiqiang.

He Zhiqiang hesitated a moment, then reluctantly extended his hands: "Director Lin, this is a misunderstanding—I truly didn't help Xiang Wenting escape. But I'm willing to cooperate with your investigation; I hope you'll clear my name soon."

"Take him back!"

Lin Dongfan, too lazy to waste words on He Zhiqiang, turned and gave chase to Xiang Wenting.