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Chen Shuhua watched the departing figure of Tu Shen, filled with confusion and unease. He had a premonition that Tu Shen was hiding something very important, and it likely had to do with his wife.
Chen Shuhua withdrew his gaze and turned to the doctor standing nearby. The doctor removed his mask, revealing a young face. "Who are you?" Chen Shuhua asked weakly, trying to recall the identity of the person before him, but his mind was blank.
"I am an intern at this hospital; you can call me Dr. John," Dr. John said politely with a smile. "Officer Tu Shen notified me to check on your condition."
"I feel much better; I want to..." Chen Shuhua began to say he wanted to see Tu Shen but was interrupted by Dr. John.
"Mr. Chen Shuhua, you still need to rest in bed. Your body is very weak and needs nutrition," Dr. John said while picking up the medical file at the bedside and reviewing the records. "You have been in a coma for three days, relying on nutritional fluids to maintain your vital signs during this time."
"Three days..." Chen Shuhua murmured, struggling to remember what had happened before he fell unconscious, but his mind was filled with chaotic fragments. He only remembered being in front of the Autopsy Table and then... nothing.
"Mr. Chen Shuhua, do you remember how you were injured?" Dr. John asked, closing the medical file with concern.
Chen Shuhua shook his head, staring blankly at the ceiling with vacant and helpless eyes.
"Alright, if you remember anything, please be sure to tell me," Dr. John said, patting Chen Shuhua's shoulder. "You need to rest well now; I will step out for a moment. If you need anything, you can press the call button."
After Dr. John finished speaking, he turned and left the ward. Chen Shuhua lay in bed, furrowing his brow; he felt as if he had forgotten something very important but could not recall what it was.
Outside the ward, Tu Shen paced anxiously back and forth, holding a document that prominently displayed the words "Organ Trafficking Case." He occasionally glanced toward the ward, his eyes filled with worry.
At that moment, Dr. John walked out of the ward. Seeing this, Tu Shen hurried over and asked in a low voice, "How is he? Has he woken up? Did he say anything?"
Dr. John shook his head. "He woke up, but it seems he has amnesia; he doesn't remember anything."
"Amnesia?" Tu Shen's brows furrowed even tighter upon hearing this. "How could this happen?"
"It could be due to a head injury or possibly psychological trauma," Dr. John speculated. "However, the exact cause needs further examination to determine."
"I understand. You can go back to your work now," Tu Shen waved his hand, signaling Dr. John to leave.
Dr. John nodded and turned to leave. Tu Shen stood in place, looking at the documents in his hand, lost in thought.
"The clues provided by Chen Shuhua were indeed correct..." Tu Shen murmured to himself.
The documents recorded the hideout of the Organ Trafficking Gang—a deserted factory on the outskirts of Flower Town. Tu Shen led his team swiftly to the destination, where the factory's main gate was tightly shut. Tu Shen signaled for his team to break in.
Inside the factory, chaos reigned; abandoned machines and debris were scattered everywhere, and a pungent chemical smell filled the air. Tu Shen cautiously advanced, gripping his gun tightly, ready to respond to any sudden situation.
"Bang!" A gunshot shattered the silence of the factory.
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