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I finally understood. From the very beginning, Liu Ting was the mole they had planted. But what were they looking for on that USB drive?
"Don't move!" A loud shout suddenly came from outside the door. Several armed police officers rushed in.
"Put your hands up!"
The man clearly hadn't expected the police. Just as he was about to draw his gun, he was pinned to the ground. I slumped against the wall, my legs weak.
" Reporter Lin, are you okay?" A familiar voice called out. Looking up, I saw Wang Zhiping.
He helped me up. "Good thing I reported it in time."
Wait, how did he know I was here? Unless...
"Get in the car; I'll take you home." His tone left no room for refusal.
Sitting in his car, I forced myself to calm down. The scenery outside rushed by as he drove for a while before speaking.
"You were too impulsive."
"What do you mean, Director Wang?"
He sighed and pulled a USB drive from his pocket. "This is what you wanted."
I hesitated before taking it. "Why are you helping me?"
"Because..." he hesitated, "you should take a look at the contents first."
Once I got home, I immediately opened the USB drive. Inside was only one folder named "Yikang Clinical Data."
The file was large and filled with medical jargon. But as I continued to read, cold sweat began to bead on my forehead. This was not clinical data; it was clearly an experimental record. Behind every piece of data lay a human life.
I pulled out my medical school textbooks for comparison. The indicators of organ function in these data were alarmingly uniform, as if they had been filtered according to some specific standard. The treatment process for the patients resembled a standardized organ "processing" procedure. The cruel truth hidden behind those technical terms sent shivers down my spine.
On the last page, a particularly glaring line caught my eye: Experimental Progress 50%, Sample Size Needs to Double.
Validation data showed that within 48 hours of injecting Yikang, organ function...
My hands began to tremble. This was not a new cancer drug; it was clearly a meticulously planned conspiracy. But why did Director Wang give me this information?
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone vibrated. A text message from an unfamiliar number appeared:
" Reporter Lin, I am Nurse Zhang. I have awakened and have a shocking secret to tell you. Director Wang is not what you think..."
The hospital was eerily quiet in the late night. I sat on a bench outside the ICU, clutching the text message from Nurse Zhang. She said she wanted to meet me, but the nurse informed me that she had just recovered from a fever and could not accept visitors yet.
On my laptop, the data from the USB drive was still automatically decompressing. One experimental record after another, one data sheet after another; behind each cold number lay a vibrant life.
" Reporter Lin?"
I looked up to see a sharply dressed middle-aged man standing in front of me. He handed me a business card: "I am Chen Jianguo from Tianji Pharmaceutical."
"Tianji Pharmaceutical?" I immediately became alert. This was the largest drug supplier for Renji Hospital.
"Director Chen is visiting the hospital so late..."
"Just to see an old friend." He sat down beside me. "I heard you’ve been looking into Yikang recently?"
My heart skipped a beat. How did he know?
"Director Chen knows about this drug?"
He smiled knowingly. "More than you might think." He pulled out a stack of documents from his briefcase. "Take a look at this."
It was a research and development contract for a new cancer drug. The collaboration was between Tianji Pharmaceutical and Renji Hospital, with none other than Wang Zhiping as the project leader.
"This was signed last year," Chen Jianguo said in a lowered voice. "But do you know? Wang Zhiping's son just parachuted into our company as the vice president last year."
I flipped to the last page; the project budget reached hundreds of millions. This wasn’t about drug development at all; it was clearly a case of profit transfer.
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"My conscience is uneasy." He sighed. "I've been having nightmares lately, dreaming of those deceased patients..."
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