Chapter 109: Call in Reinforcements, Get to Work!

"Were you at the door of the emergency room the whole time before the police arrived?" Yu Dazhang continued asking.

"Yes," the woman said affirmatively:

"Under those circumstances, how would I dare to leave? I was nearly frantic with worry, pounding on the emergency room door nonstop."

Throughout this, Yu Dazhang kept observing the woman's facial expressions.

She wasn't lying.

At least as far as Yu Dazhang could tell, she was telling the truth.

Her facial expressions were airtight; he didn't think an ordinary person like her could conceal her micro-expressions.

Then the only thing that could possibly be wrong now was on the hospital's side.

Just as Yu Dazhang was taking his leave, the woman suddenly called out to him:

"Officer, there's something else I think I should tell you."

Yu Dazhang turned back to look at her:

"What is it?"

The woman said with a very serious expression:

"Ever since that incident after leaving the emergency room, the doctors' and nurses' attitudes completely changed."

"Before, their attitude could only be described as terrible, and the child's condition kept fluctuating."

"But after that, not only did their attitude improve, even the child recovered especially fast."

"Later, the more I thought about it, the more something felt off, but the case had already been dropped, so I never mentioned it to anyone."

Even if she hadn't said it, Yu Dazhang had already thought of this.

The case file stated it clearly: twenty days later, the child was fully recovered and discharged.

Such a huge contrast—how could he possibly have overlooked it?

After the two returned to the detachment, Yu Dazhang pulled the case file out of the filing cabinet again.

This time, he read through all the cases from the previous few years as well.

In five years, forty-seven abandonment cases—thirty of them had occurred in the past two years.

And that was only what was on the surface.

Who knew how many had gone unreported.

What Yu Dazhang actually wanted to tally was: in total, how many children had died at that hospital.

And also, what exactly were they after from those children?

First, rule out organ harvesting.

If it were for organs, why only target pediatrics?

Clearly, adult organs have a bigger market.

A child's organs aren't fully developed; after transplantation, they can't fulfill an adult's physiological functions.

And you also have to match the gender of the two organs to see if the function is compatible.

The limitations are too great.

Besides, organ removal would inevitably leave an incision on the body.

Such an obvious flaw—even if the family didn't notice, it wouldn't get past the crematorium.

So, unless the family agreed to donate, organ transplantation simply couldn't happen.

Yu Dazhang had also considered whether they wanted the children's corpses.

Some folks might not know this, but a corpse alone has considerable value.

Abroad, a single corpse can fetch tens of thousands of yuan; children's corpses fall into a special-demand category, and the price multiplies several times over.

But in China, it's unrealistic.

In China, after a person dies, whether cremation or burial, it's all recorded—trafficking simply can't happen.

Yu Dazhang glanced at his phone screen.

It was time to get off work again.

Two days left.

"Short on manpower," Yu Dazhang sighed.

What came next was simple.

Find the evidence!

Based on the current situation, this evidence wouldn't be hard to find.

Their guts were growing bolder, so naturally the frequency of their crimes would keep rising. If things went smoothly, two days wouldn't even be needed.

When Yu Dazhang came out of the detachment, it was already half past seven in the evening.

He stood by the roadside thinking, mentally sifting through every colleague he knew.

His master, Lu Zhongxin, was definitely one who'd dare to go crazy alongside him.

And also...

He reached out and hailed a taxi, then gave the driver a hospital address once inside.

Fifteen minutes later, Yu Dazhang saw Zhang Sen in a hospital ward.

"Brother Sen, just a few days and you can already get out of bed?"

Yu Dazhang picked up the crutch by the bed, fiddling with it in his hands.

"I'm fine now." Zhang Sen snatched the crutch away in one motion, then glared at him:

"Just spit it out. You little punk coming to find me—you're definitely up to no good."

He knows me pretty well... Yu Dazhang laughed awkwardly, rubbing his palms together:

Please... you.... favorite 6... 9... book.... bar....!

"See, this is why we two brothers appreciate each other—I really do have something I need your help with."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Sen pointed at his own injured leg.

In Yu Dazhang's eyes, that leg of his, wrapped up like a zongzi, was the best disguise.

Over the next ten minutes, he laid out the whole affair from beginning to end.

Zhang Sen's expression also shifted from the initial nonchalance, gradually growing heavy and solemn, and then to astonishment and disbelief.

By the time he finished, Zhang Sen's mouth couldn't even close, and the only expression left on his face was fury.

"Beast!!" Zhang Sen cursed angrily:

"Conscienceless, worse than a brute!"

"Too early, Brother Sen—you're cursing too early." Yu Dazhang hurriedly gestured for him to keep his voice down; this was a hospital, after all, a public place.

If this ward didn't only have Zhang Sen in it, he wouldn't have dared to tell the whole thing inside the room.

"Everything I just said is my own personal inference." Yu Dazhang explained:

"But it's also drawn from established facts. I came to find you because I hope you can help me look for evidence together."

That was the very purpose of his coming to the hospital.

Their cooperation not long ago meant the two of them had shared life and death together.

Moreover, Yu Dazhang still had a fair understanding of Zhang Sen's character—this was a man who valued human loyalty more than his own life.

Reckless, perhaps, but trustworthy.

Do you think someone like that is rather laughable?

Let me put it this way.

During the War of Resistance, facing enemies like jackals and wolves, who charged in to fight them to the death—the hot-blooded, or the rational?

Among those who truly used their lives to safeguard national security, were there more hot-blooded ones, or more rational ones?

During the September 18th Incident, if the Young Marshal hadn't been so rational, the Northeast wouldn't have been lost so cleanly.

If the police all maintained absolute rationality, what a terrifying thing that would be.

As the saying goes, some things must always be done by someone.

I will go—without regret.

"I'll transfer hospitals tonight." Zhang Sen didn't even think about it, using action straight away to show his stance.

"There's one more thing I have to say upfront." Yu Dazhang urged:

"If we don't find evidence and in the end get held accountable, just push all the responsibility onto me…"

"Shut it!" Zhang Sen punched him, then glared at him fiercely:

"You came to find me, which means you see me as someone you can trust. So don't disgust me with that empty, hollow talk."

Leaving the hospital, Yu Dazhang once again took a cab and arrived at that private hospital.

He couldn't follow along when Zhang Sen transferred hospitals—if the people at this hospital saw that they knew each other, then Zhang Sen's disguise would be useless.

Going straight to the fifth floor, Yu Dazhang found that pediatric emergency room.

After getting his bearings, he retreated back to the stairwell, then walked toward the emergency room's door.

One, two, three…

He silently counted in his head, only stopping when he reached the emergency room door.

Right after that he turned around and walked back toward the stairwell again.

One, two, three…

Thirty-two steps… Yu Dazhang silently noted the number in his heart.

(End of this chapter)