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In this endless cycle, my mood felt as if it were crushed beneath a giant stone, heavy and helpless. Each time I woke up, it was in the same hospital room, facing the same white walls, listening to the same sounds of machines. However, this time, my ears caught an unusual sound. It was Doctor Zhang's voice, low and urgent, seemingly in a secret conversation with another patient's family member.
I quietly approached the half-open door, filled with confusion and unease. Through the crack, I saw Doctor Zhang speaking in hushed tones with a middle-aged man. The man's face was etched with anxiety and anger, tightly gripping a document as if he were pressuring Doctor Zhang. My heart raced as I strained to catch their conversation.
"You have to help me, Doctor Zhang! I can't just let them get away with this!" The desperation in the middle-aged man's voice was palpable.
"I know, but this is too dangerous; we must be careful," Doctor Zhang replied, his tone revealing a hint of hesitation.
A jolt ran through me—were they conspiring to create this "medical accident"? I couldn't believe my ears; countless questions flashed through my mind. Doctor Zhang for money, the family member for revenge—together they had harmed me. This truth filled me with overwhelming anger and shock.
I quietly retreated back into my room, a whirlwind of complex emotions surging within me: anger, fear, and a touch of helplessness. I had finally identified the true culprits, but how could I bring them to justice? I couldn't just sit idly by; I had to take action.
Thoughts flooded my mind like a tide as I began to consider how to gather evidence and expose their conspiracy. An idea sparked in my brain—perhaps I could enlist Xiao Ai's help. She was the only person I could trust in the hospital—smart and resourceful; she might offer some useful advice.
I dialed Xiao Ai's number, urgency lacing my voice. "Xiao Ai, I have something important to tell you; we need to meet as soon as possible."
Soon after, we met in a secluded corner of the hospital. I recounted what I had overheard, watching her face register shock. After a moment of contemplation, determination flickered in her eyes. "We need to gather enough evidence to ensure they face the consequences they deserve."
Thus began our plan. Xiao Ai suggested utilizing the hospital's surveillance system to find opportunities for gathering evidence. I nodded in agreement, relieved to have her support. We decided that once we had sufficient proof, we would report them anonymously to ensure they couldn't escape legal repercussions.
In the days that followed, I embarked on my "detective" journey within this cycle. Each iteration saw me carefully collecting evidence—recordings, videos, witness testimonies… every detail could be crucial in revealing the truth. I feigned indifference in my room while secretly observing Doctor Zhang and that family member's every move.
Xiao Ai scoured other parts of the hospital for clues; her intelligence reassured me immensely. We worked together, overcoming numerous obstacles as we gradually approached the core of the truth. Each success invigorated me but also brought greater risks along with it.
One day, while I was in the corridor outside the hospital room, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Doctor Zhang and a man. Their voices were low and urgent, as if they were discussing their next move. I held my breath, straining to catch every word.
"We must act quickly; we can't give him a chance to retaliate," Doctor Zhang's voice carried a hint of tension.
"I know, but we need to be careful. We can't leave any traces," the man's voice was deep and sinister.
My heart raced—had they already sensed my actions? I had to be more cautious; I couldn't let them discover my plans. As time passed, I felt myself getting closer to ultimate victory, but I was also facing greater risks.
Each cycle strengthened my resolve; I could not allow them to get away with this. The truth was within reach; I just needed to hold on a little longer.
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