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A month later.
I sat in the Press Office, the glow of the computer screen illuminating my weary yet determined face. The document before me was the final draft of my special report, "Investigation into the Dark Underbelly of Organ Trafficking." Every word, every sentence, encapsulated countless hours of effort and sweat. This report not only exposed the shocking "Yikang" experiment case but also unraveled a vast and sinister underground Organ Trafficking Network.
With a creak, Liu Ting walked in, gently leaning against the doorframe. She had completed her undercover mission and returned to the Police Force, but there seemed to linger a hint of danger about her.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, concern evident in her tone.
I looked up at her familiar yet strange face and smiled slightly. "I'm fine." Then I gestured to the computer screen. "I've organized the information you requested."
She nodded and came over to sit across from me. Since Chen Jianguo's fall, things had progressed rapidly. The data on his phone became a breakthrough; the police followed the leads and successfully dismantled several underground organ trafficking dens, saving countless innocent lives.
"The Rainbow Clinic is just one of their contact points," Liu Ting broke the silence. "They have such bases all over the country, specifically searching for suitable 'donors.'"
I took a deep breath and opened a video file. "This is Director Wang's complete confession. Before he died, he sent me all the evidence, including..."
"Including what happened with your mother," Liu Ting said quietly.
Yes, it included the truth that had been hidden for three years. My mother did not die from a worsening condition; she was deliberately denied timely treatment. The surgery that should have saved her was ultimately used to save a patient who offered a higher price.
"What about Nurse Zhang?"
"She has been discharged," I replied with a smile. "Thanks to her sneaking out the USB drive, we got our first lead."
"What about those who buy organs?"
"Most of them have been found." I opened a list. "They thought they were paying a high price for organs from 'naturally deceased' donors..."
Liu Ting sighed, "Little do they know how many lives are behind this."
I clicked on another folder. "Take a look at this."
It was a detailed data analysis. By comparing hospital death records with organ transplant records, I discovered an astonishing pattern: every patient who signed the Yikang experimental consent form had organs that perfectly matched someone waiting for a transplant.
"This isn't a coincidence." I pointed at the screen. "They disguise it as clinical trials, but in reality, they're screening suitable donors. Yikang is not an anti-cancer drug; it's a substance that can extend the preservation time of organs."
"So that's why they..."
"Yes, they deliberately wait until the patient's condition worsens before administering this drug. This ensures that the organs can still be used after 'natural death.'" My voice trembled as I spoke, "A perfect method of murder, isn't it?"
Liu Ting fell silent. After a moment, she said, "The case has been handed over to the prosecutor's office. From here on out, let the law handle it." Her voice was hoarse. "The doctors and pharmaceutical executives involved won't escape; they'll face the legal consequences they deserve."
I forced a smile. "But Chen Jianguo is dead."
Liu Ting took a deep breath and handed me a document. "His death is indeed regrettable. But it has also led to greater breakthroughs." She pointed to the lines of text in the document. "Look, his overseas accounts have been frozen. Following the flow of funds, we've uncovered more trading networks that we were previously unaware of."
I took the document and examined it closely. Over the past month, I had traveled to hospitals across the country, interviewing countless families of patients. Each story was heart-wrenching; those innocent lives were consumed by money and desire. And every life lost deserved to be remembered.
"When are you planning to publish your report?" Liu Ting asked me.
"Tomorrow," I replied, shutting down my computer. "I want everyone to know the truth, to let those still struggling in the darkness see a glimmer of hope."
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