Chapter 551: Wen Ting Reveals the Truth

After going around in such a big circle, we finally got to the core point.

When Lin Dongfan saw the bewildered, lost look on Wen Ting's face, he knew she was definitely holding back during her confession.

The matter of 'stealing' organs on the operating table.

Regardless of whether she was directly involved, she is certainly one of those who know the truth.

Lin Dongfan seized the moment, trying to gain her trust further, and sighed again: 'Sigh... I really want to help you get a reduced sentence, but you don't seem to trust me much. Forget it, I won't push. We've already finished recording the statements for the Anti-Corruption Bureau; next we'll hand you over to the Provincial Public Security Department, so get ready mentally.'

When the Provincial Public Security Department was mentioned, Wen Ting's expression noticeably tightened.

The people who came to the Women's Detention Center today for interrogation are from the Provincial Public Security Department, and this interrogation room is also theirs.

All of this laid before her made her reassess her situation.

She fell into deep thought for a while.

She tentatively asked Lin Dongfan: 'You just said you admire me—are you just teasing me? Will you really help me?'

'I'll do my best within my ability,' Lin Dongfan said, staring intently at Wen Ting's changing expression, seeing that she was still hesitant.

Lin Dongfan added: 'I'm just an ordinary mortal, not a saint. When I meet a beauty like you who possesses both looks and grace, I, like many men, feel possessive. But unlike them, I also have a protective instinct. If I can't even protect the woman I admire, that would show I'm useless.'

Hearing Lin Dongfan say that, Wen Ting revealed a faint smile.

Like a little girl cherished by a strong one.

Her face was filled with happiness.

Wen Ting, full of anticipation, posed a question: 'When I get out of prison, will you come pick me up?'

'As long as I'm alive in this world, I should come to pick you up.' Lin Dongfan raised his brows slightly: 'So don't make me wait too long. I don't even know how many years I have left—too many people want me dead.'

'I understand.'

Wen Ting smiled with relief, and in an instant, as if possessed by lovesickness, she unreservedly opened her heart to Lin Dongfan: 'There are things I dare not tell others, but I trust you—you must help me.'

'Mm, go ahead.'

Seeing that his charm to pick up women was working, Lin Dongfan also relaxed and assumed an attentive listening posture.

Wen Ting subconsciously placed her hands, which had been resting on the table, onto her legs and straightened her back, obviously trying to hide her disheveled side and present her best state to Lin Dongfan.

What the ancients meant by 'wishing for one heart' is probably this scene.

Wen Ting spoke unhurriedly: 'First, the medical accident—Zhu Siming died on the operating table, and there are two reasons: one, the family indeed didn't tell me about their hereditary medical history; two, I was careless, and the pre-op examination was inadequate. I never thought of evading responsibility for this; I am willing to take the blame.'

Lin Dongfan reminded: 'The hospital is already handling the related compensation procedures.'

'Then that's good.'

Wen Ting felt much relieved inside.

She continued: 'Regarding Huang Shuju's disturbance at the hospital gate and her subsequent arrest—I had wanted to step forward to comfort her emotions and discuss concrete compensation, but Director He stopped me. I've told you this before; on this matter, I believe I am blameless, not trying to avoid the issue.'

'Mm, I've summoned the hospital's head nurse, and she has confirmed your account—it's not false.'

Lin Dongfan nodded seriously.

This small, affirmative nod was like tossing Wen Ting a reassurance pill, further strengthening their mutual trust.

Wen Ting smiled with relief, yet regret welled up: 'If only I had met you a few years earlier, how wonderful that would be…'

'Meeting me now isn't too late either—continue.'

As he spoke, Lin Dongfan lit another cigarette, chatting like with an old friend—unconstrained, trying to set aside his interrogator's demeanor so as not to put psychological pressure on Wen Ting.

The effect was obvious.

The more Wen Ting chatted, the more relaxed she became, her smile undiminished.

Suddenly hearing footsteps outside the door, she turned her head to glance—seeing no one entering, the footsteps outside gradually faded away.

Only then did she continue: 'There's a thorny issue—I don't even know if I count as an accomplice; help me analyze it.'

'Your matter is my matter—speak.'

Lin Dongfan continuously emitted the protective signals of a 'top supporter.'

Wen Ting had already dropped all her defenses and told Lin Dongfan point by point: 'During the operation on Zhu Siming that day, he suddenly suffered cardiac arrest. The defibrillator and ventilator were both applied, and I administered a shot of adrenaline. I originally had a 60% chance of saving Zhu Siming's life, but Director He suddenly entered with the Respiratory Department's Chief Yang, saying the family had already signed an organ donation agreement.'

'Then you stopped the rescue efforts?'

Lin Dongfan's face remained calm, but inside he was already seething with anger.

What relieved Lin Dongfan was……

Wen Ting ultimately shook her head and replied regretfully: 'Director He's intention that day was for me to give up resuscitation. But I didn't want to give up—this is a human life, and it also concerns my career prospects and medical ethics. Afterward we resuscitated for five minutes with no effect. Director He, citing that the patient's heartbeat had stopped, criticized me, saying I was wasting resources, and that if I didn't step aside, not only would I fail to save the patient's life, but the lungs needed for transplantation would also be lost. He forcibly pulled me aside and had the Respiratory Department's Chief Yang take over.'

Speaking of this, Wen Ting's voice also grew much lower.

It seemed filled with endless regret.

She again gave a wry smile and asked Lin Dongfan: 'That day… I watched helplessly as they took the patient's lungs, and afterward I didn't dare say much—does this make me an accomplice?'

'If what you say is true, without embellishing your own actions, this does not count as being an accomplice.'

Lin Dongfan made this judgment without the slightest hesitation.

Mainly based on the following points:

First, Wen Ting clearly stated she did not want to abandon rescuing the patient, and she opposed the actions of Director He and others in harvesting organs.

Subjectively, there is no intent for joint criminal liability.

Second, after resuscitation proved ineffective, Wen Ting was forcibly pulled away by Director He and did not actually participate in the organ harvesting.

Objectively, there is no act of joint criminal liability.

As for Wen Ting's keeping silent about this afterward, whether it constitutes concealment depends on whether she actively participated in covering up the truth or was forced to do so.

This matter requires further investigation.

Lin Dongfan comforted: 'Don't be afraid; later the Provincial Public Security Department people will come for questioning—just tell them the whole story in detail. As long as you didn't voluntarily participate in the crime, no one can touch you. I can cover for you on this; just boldly reveal the truth, and later I'll arrange people to protect you.'

'With your words, I fear nothing.'

Wen Ting smiled appreciatively, and tears glimmered in her eyes.

These days she couldn't sleep soundly in the detention center; what worried her was her own safety, fearing that as soon as she closed her eyes, someone would smother her to death by covering her head.