Chapter 568: Wei Bureau — I'm really not a scumbag!

Yuezhou City Detention Center.

The door of the interrogation room opened, and two jail guards escorted Wei Shouqin, wearing an orange vest and silver handcuffs, inside.

After not seeing him for days, Old Wei's hair had turned much more gray, and his face looked gaunt.

Yet his back remained ramrod straight, his eyes devoid of the usual numbness or panic; seeing Lin Dongfan, he seemed excited, as if he had been waiting for this moment Along time.

Truly a godly doctor of corruption who knows how to take the pulse of life.

He sat down calmly before Lin Dongfan, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips: "Give me a Hua Zi, don't just smoke for yourself."

"This request is perfectly fine."

Lin Dongfan took out a cigarette pack, flicked a half-smoked butt toward Wei Shouqin, waited for him to take it, then pulled out a lighter to light it for him.

Wei Shouqin took a satisfying puff, feeling a blissful rush straight to the peak of life.

Contentment brings happiness!

"Director Lin, you've given me the smoke; now find me a chance to make merit through service. I truly regret my sins and want to turn over a new leaf." Wei Shouqin chuckled, full of longing for such an opportunity.

Well, that saves Lin Dongfan a lot of talk.

Lin Dongfan laughed: "I'm the one who had you arrested; don't you hate me?"

"You talk as if anyone else in your position would let me off." Wei Shouqin took a puff, then said: "You're just doing your anti‑corruption duty; why blame me? I made the money myself—one careless move and I raked in over twenty billion; I really went overboard."

"Damn, you've left me speechless."

Lin Dongfan really hadn't expected that after a few days in detention, Old Wei could develop such a broad‑minded attitude.

This mindset, compared to the disgraced director of the Provincial People's Hospital, He Zhiqiang, is far superior.

He Zhiqiang still clenches his teeth, refusing to admit the illegal organ transplant, determined to fight to the end—a classic case of wishful thinking.

Lin Dongfan flicked ash from his fingertips and got straight to the point: "I came today to give you a chance to make merit through service."

In an instant, Wei Shouqin's face lit up with a smile, his eyes shining.

He eagerly asked: "Do you want me to turn over that family secret formula? I've figured it out these days—I must hand it over! Letting brothers nationwide get hard would be my honor."

Lin Dongfan laughed: "Not that."

"Not that?" Wei Shouqin blinked, confused: "In our men's world, is there anything more important than getting hard?"

"If you really want to offer your family secret, I'm willing to buy it—I won't let you give it away for free." Lin Dongfan shifted gears, cutting straight to the chase: "Let's not talk about that now; I came mainly to ask you to take a pulse."

Mentioning taking a pulse, Wei Shouqin straightened his back a bit more, his medical ethics full.

Medicine is his pride.

He carefully sized up Lin Dongfan and made a confident judgment: "Director Lin, you don't look sick yourself; is someone in your family ill?"

"No one in my family is ill." Lin Dongfan locked eyes with him: "It's Qiao Lianzhou—I want you to go and take his pulse."

Hearing the name Qiao Lianzhou, Wei Shouqin frowned.

"Before his downfall, I had little work contact with Qiao Lianzhou; we weren't close. The day before yesterday, people from the Provincial Public Security Department came to interrogate me and said Qiao Lianzhou had attempted suicide and become a vegetative state. Is he really unable to wake up?"

Wei Shouqin waited curiously for Lin Dongfan's answer.

Lin Dongfan candidly replied: "On the surface it seems so, but the concrete truth needs further verification."

Speaking, Lin Dongfan took a series of medical examination reports from his briefcase and handed them directly to Wei Shouqin.

Lin Dongfan added: "These are his recent monitoring data from the Provincial People's Hospital; the focus is the brainwave chart—please have a look."

Wei Shouqin's handcuffed hand was a bit inconvenient, but he still carefully flipped through the pages.

At first his expression was professional focus, but as he read, his complexion gradually changed.

His finger paused on a waveform on one page, he looked over it several times, even instinctively reaching to push up nonexistent glasses on his nose.

After a while.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with incredulous doubt: "If these data are true, some things are really hard to talk about..."

"What do you mean 'hard to talk about'?" Lin Dongfan stared without blinking.

Wei Shouqin examined the report while analyzing:

"The report shows that the brainstem's auditory evoked potentials and event‑related potentials, especially the P300 wave, are relatively active in response to specific stimuli.

This does not resemble a vegetative state.

It's more like a light coma under cortical functional suppression, or… damn! The auditory association cortex and frontal lobe reacting to specific information—could Mr. Qiao be faking sleep?"

The deeper he analyzed, the more puzzled Wei Shouqin became, while Lin Dongfan grew more excited listening.

Wei Shouqin looked up at Lin Dongfan: "Director Lin, have you made a mistake? Is this really Qiao Lianzhou's examination report?"

"No mistake—I also suspect the Qiao fellow is faking illness." Lin Dongfan calmly took a puff.

Hearing that, Wei Shouqin's eyes widened in shock.

He blurted out: "Holy shit! The Qiao guy's got deep tricks—pretending to be a vegetative state to dodge legal punishment; I never thought of that."

"!!!"

Lin Dongfan was also speechless, yelling at the heavens: "Damn it, such a genuine reaction—corrupt officials' first thought is indeed evading legal punishment."

Lin Dongfan inhaled smoke to steady himself.

He threw a bombshell question at Wei Shouqin: "Old Wei, Qiao Lianzhou's son Qiao Xu had a lung transplant last year. The donor was the teenager Zhu Siming, who died accidentally on the operating table at the same hospital. Do you know anything about this?"

"Lung transplant? Zhu Siming?"

Wei Shouqin looked blank, obviously not connecting the two.

He tried to recall.

Clearly realizing the gravity, he immediately straightened his posture and emphasized to Lin Dongfan: "Director Lin, this blame can't be thrown around illegally. Illegal organ transplantation is a capital offense that gets you executed."

"You really didn't cover for him?" Lin Dongfan doubted.

Wei Shouqin protested vehemently: "I truly didn't know. My official integrity may be lacking, but in medical ethics you can't doubt me. If I knew the Provincial People's Hospital staff were privately doing such heinous deeds, I could never stand by. This is utterly depraved—profit is trivial, taking lives is grave."

"Is that so?"

Lin Dongfan merely looked at him with a smile.

Wei Shouqin, on the contrary, grew angrier the more he spoke: "This is the kind of thing only beasts would do—dragging them down to the eighteenth level of hell wouldn't be too harsh! I usually make some money, but I have principles and a bottom line. For example, when pharmaceutical companies bribe me, the precondition is that their drugs must actually work; I can't toy with patients' lives. Otherwise, no matter how much money they offer, I won't give them the green light. We can't engage in that sort of greedy, life‑killing vileness."

"Damn, your impassioned speech almost moved me to tears," Lin Dongfan laughed.

Wei Shouqin took a deep drag on his cigarette, his expression grave: "On matters of right and wrong, I never waver. You can call me a corrupt official, but you cannot doubt a doctor's parental heart. I take money from the pharmaceutical companies' pockets, not from the patients'—that's what separates me from scum."

"The wool comes from the sheep—you take the pharma companies' benefits, they need to recoup, and in the end the losses are dumped on the patients." Lin Dongfan rolled his eyes in contempt.

Wei Shouqin was momentarily lost for words.

He glumly took two puffs of his cigarette, then awkwardly retorted: "If you're going to put it that way, then I'm half a scumbag… Anyway, what did you need me for?" He hastily changed the subject.

Lin Dongfan said: "Come with me for a bit, to take Qiao Lianzhou's pulse."