Chapter 571

Qiao Lianzhou sprang up his upper body like a fake corpse, his eyes wide and round, brimming with extreme painful tears and the flustered look after the truth was completely exposed.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone in the ward stared dumbfounded at this fake‑corpse scene.

Ji Sining instinctively covered her mouth, while the two prosecutors' hands instantly went to their waist equipment, guarding against defection.

Lin Dongfan calmly lit a cigarette.

After this brief deathly silence came a volcanic eruption.

Wei! Shou! Qin!

Qiao Lianzhou's voice hoarse and broken, each word squeezed out from between his teeth in anger, with a heart‑piercing vengeful tone: "I fuck your ancestors!"

Uh...

Turns out, once the uniforms are stripped, we're all ordinary mortals; swearing is common, never mind propriety—let's curse first and talk later.

Old Wei calmly replied with a faint smile: "My ancestors are basically just bones in the grave now; if you can do it, go ahead."

Hearing that, Qiao Lianzhou's eyes widened further.

Qiao Lianzhou sharply lifted the hand that had just been subjected to the Saturation Attack of silver needles, still throbbing with pain, trembling as he pointed at Wei Shouqin:

"You dog official! Scum! Traitor! You can't even wipe the shit off yourself, yet you've embezzled billions! What right do you have to take my pulse? What are you anyway?"

After cursing Wei Shouqin,

Qiao Lianzhou turned and shouted at the smoking Lin Dongfan: "Lin! You damn well are using torture to extract a confession! It's abuse of private punishment! I'll sue you! I will definitely sue you!"

At this moment, Qiao Lianzhou had shed all pretense, lost all composure, leaving only hysterical roars, trying to hide his inner defeat and panic with anger.

Lin Dongfan smiled without answering, just kept smoking.

Wei Shouqin was not so calm.

He bluntly cursed back:

"I spit! Qiao Lianzhou, you still have the nerve to curse me?

I may have taken some money, but at least my medical skill in treating and saving patients is genuine—I didn't treat patients on the operating table like cats and dogs!

And you?

You damn teamed up with He Zhiqiang, cutting out others' organs to swap for your son, disregarding human life!

After the truth came out, you're here pretending to be a corpse! What do you think you are? Today I will carry out heaven's justice and prick awake you, this hypocrite!"

Needless to say, Old Wei's mouth is quite good at cursing; a few words sent Qiao Lianzhou's blood surging, nearly making him faint.

Instantly, Qiao Lianzhou's face turned dark with anger.

He pointed at Wei Shouqin and roared: "Wei, you old dog! You're spouting blood here! What evidence do you have that I disregarded human life? You damn thing!"

Before Wei Shouqin could retort.

Lin Dongfan slowly rose, his face bearing a hint of amusement, almost cruel, as he sized up Qiao Lianzhou, whose face was twisted by rage.

He lightly smiled and asked: "Qiao Lianzhou, your act fell flat, so you're throwing a tantrum? That hardly befits a Prosecutor General."

"Lin, don't get cocky here!" Qiao Lianzhou glared with both eyes.

Lin Dongfan leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice just enough for everyone in the ward to hear clearly: "Feigning a vegetative state? That's a clever idea. Hiding here lets you evade scrutiny, secretly observe, and have your accomplices outside lobby for you. Quite a well‑calculated scheme."

With a faint smile.

Lin Dongfan shifted tone: "Too bad you figured everything out, yet you didn't anticipate Old Wei's true skill of bringing the dead back to life. A few silver needles and any demon or monster will show its true form."

Hearing that, Wei Shouqin proudly straightened his back.

Especially seeing Qiao Lianzhou's look of a mute eating coptis—suffering in silence—Old Wei gave him a cold, contemptuous side glance.

Lin Dongfan chuckled lightly: "How does it feel? Isn't the taste of Forced Reboot unpleasant? Or is it more thrilling than standing on a rooftop seeking death?"

!!!

Faced with this series of mockery and taunts, Qiao Lianzhou gritted his teeth, unable to utter a word, just as Lin Dongfan had said—he had reckoned everything, yet indeed hadn't expected Wei Shouqin to jab the needles.

All his schemes and calculations crumbled before absolute strength.

As Lin Dongfan's smile faded, his eyes turned icy and sharp: "Qiao Lianzhou, the feigned‑death game is over. Will you come clean yourself, or shall I help you recall?"

The conversation in the ward, especially the shouting just now, carried unimpeded into the hallway.

Outside the door…

Lv Yizhi's facial color faded at a visible pace, turning ash‑gray. His body swayed imperceptibly; he hastily grabbed the windowsill to steady himself.

Lost!

Utterly defeated!

Qiao Lianzhou not only woke up, but was exposed in such a miserable, pathetic way! All his prior scheming and proactive moves turned into a huge joke!

Lin Dongfan's final line, "The feigned‑death game is over," hit like a heavy hammer, pounding hard on Lv Yizhi's heart.

Anyone with sense knows:

Lin Dongfan's words weren't just for Qiao Lianzhou; they were also meant for Lv Yizhi to hear.

An indescribable sense of shame, intertwined with helpless anger, drove Lv Yizhi to the brink of collapse!

He clenched his fists so tight his nails nearly dug into his palms.

The nearby secretary and hospital leaders also heard the commotion inside, each turning ashen, silent as cicadas, furtively watching Lv Yizhi's reaction, daring not to breathe.

Lv Yizhi closed his eyes, drew a desperate breath of cool air, and forcibly suppressed the anger nearly bursting out. He could only keep reminding himself to stay calm and not lose composure.

He steadied himself for a moment.

He slowly turned away, no longer looking at the door, his face grim, and squeezed out from between his teeth a low, hoarse whisper: "Let's go."

Those three short words declared the outcome of this battle.

Lv Yizhi trudged forward with heavy steps, not looking back, heading to the other end of the hallway. His back remained straight, yet it betrayed an indescribable sense of dejection.

The secretaries and others hurriedly followed.

All the way, no words were spoken.

Only after getting into the back seat of the special car, cut off from all outside gazes, did Lv Yizhi's perpetually tense body finally relax slightly, leaning against the seatback and closing his eyes.

But beneath his tightly shut eyelids, his eyeballs quivered violently, showing that his inner state was far from the calm appearance.

What a disgrace, what a disgrace!

Thinking of Lv Yizhi, a high-ranking Provincial-ministerial level official, today he actually fell into the hands of a mere Bureau-level figure, even being publicly expelled and humiliated, ending in a miserable defeat!

How can such a disgrace be tolerated?

Outside the car window, the flashing city nightscape reflected on his exceedingly grim profile; a more covert, more ruthless counterattack had already sprouted in his heart.