Shen Qingli pressed the play button on the video, and soon Huang Shanshan appeared in the video.

She almost held her breath and quickly pressed the pause button.

Although I had a premonition in my heart, when I really saw the picture freeze on Huang Shanshan, I couldn't help but clench my fists, thinking to myself: It really is her.

Li He said that the surveillance video had been tampered with, and the surveillance video he gave her was the one he had restored.

At this moment, Shen Qingli's mobile phone message alert sounded.

She hurriedly took out her cell phone from her pocket, and the screen lit up. It was a WeChat message from Chu Xiaoyu.

When I opened the screen, those lines of words came into view, like a huge ball thrown into the lake of my heart, stirring up waves.

[Sister Ali, the patient in bed No. 3 that you were previously in charge of has been transferred to another hospital.]

[And the higher-ups have already sent down a document that the candidate for overseas exchange study is Huang Shanshan.]

Shen Qingli's eyes widened instantly, full of surprise and confusion. Without thinking too much, he tapped Chu Xiaoyu's number with his fingertips.

"Xiaoyu, are you available to answer the phone now?" Shen Qingli tried his best to make his voice sound steady, but the slightly trembling ending of his voice still revealed his inner anxiety.

"It's convenient, Sister Ali, please tell me." Chu Xiaoyu's clear voice came with some concern.

"Which hospital was the patient transferred to? What was his condition like when he went there? Also, when was he transferred?"

Shen Qingli asked questions in rapid succession, his speech speed unconsciously increasing.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the receiver, and then Chu Xiaoyu's apologetic voice came:

"Sister Ali, I didn't go to work last night. I came here this morning and heard from them that he was transferred to the First People's Hospital last night.

Sister A Li, what should we do now? It feels like things are getting further and further away from the truth. "

The helplessness and worry in those words were like an invisible net, shrouding the hearts of both of them.

Shen Qingli took a deep breath and tried to calm down. His eyes darkened but his tone was gentle and firm:

"Xiaoyu, it's okay. I have found a solution."

"Wait for my good news, and work with peace of mind. I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the static image of Huang Shanshan on the computer screen, lost in thought.

In two days it would be Monday, and the department’s biweekly meeting would be here, like a ray of light breaking through the fog before our eyes.

Shen Qingli suddenly had an idea, and a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought: The meeting is next Monday, and then I have to give them a "gift".

Thinking of this, Shen Qingli did not dare to delay at all. He quickly backed up the surveillance video in the USB drive into several copies, and carefully sent the video to his mobile phone. After making sure that there was no risk of error, he closed the computer.

But she was going to meet the transferred patient now, maybe she could get some other information from him.

Shen Qingli drove to the First People's Hospital. The street scene outside the car window flashed by quickly like a slide show, and she had no intention of appreciating it.

Arriving near the hospital, she bought a bunch of flowers and a fruit basket on the street, and then walked into the hospital with steady steps.

The inpatient department was bustling with people, and the smell of disinfectant filled every inch of the air. She walked straight to the nurse's station, with a warm smile on her face, and asked softly:

"Hello, may I ask, which ward is Chen Chunsheng, who was transferred from another hospital, in?"

The nurse raised her eyes, and was stunned for a moment when she saw Shen Qingli. Isn't this the outstanding doctor that their teachers in school often use as an example?

She didn't expect to see him in person today.

"Who were you asking about?"

Shen Qingli repeated it again, "Which ward is the patient transferred from Union Hospital last night in?"

The nurse checked and told her Chen Chunsheng's ward number.

Shen Qingli thanked him and walked towards the ward with full of expectations and questions.

As the nurse watched her walk away, she remembered that she should have asked her for an autograph.

I didn't expect that she was prettier in person than in the photo.

The hospital corridor was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps could be heard. Shen Qingli's figure was silhouetted against the clean white walls, appearing a little frail yet full of persistence.

Standing at the door of Chen Chun's hospital ward, her heart was like a taut string, and every nerve was pulled by tension and expectation.

Shen Qingli knew very well that once she stepped through this door, what might be waiting for her was sharp accusations.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to absorb all her courage into her lungs, then she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door of the ward.

"Knock, knock, knock," crisp knocks suddenly sounded in the ward.

After a moment, clear and hurried footsteps were heard from inside, which seemed to carry a bit of impatience and doubt.

The door creaked open and a young woman appeared in front of him. Her face showed a bit of fatigue and her eyes were scrutinizing the uninvited guest.

Shen Qingli immediately showed a friendly and gentle smile on his face, "Hello, is this Mr. Chen Chunsheng's ward?"

The young woman looked her up and down, nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone but with a hint of vigilance: "Yes, who are you?"

Shen Qingli was about to open her lips to explain her identity when a low roar filled with anger and resentment rang in her ears like thunder, cutting off her words:

"What are you doing here? You almost killed my son, and you still have the nerve to come here."

The person who was speaking was an old woman, probably Chen Chunsheng's mother. Her face was flushed, her eyes were wide open, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be able to burn Shen Qingli.

The smile on Shen Qingli's face froze for a moment, and embarrassment quickly spread, but she quickly adjusted her mood, bowed slightly, and said in a sincere and genuine tone:

"Hello, I am here today for this matter. If it is my responsibility, I will definitely take responsibility."

Chen Chunsheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard Shen Qingli's voice and said weakly but clearly, "Mom, let Dr. Shen in."

The old woman seemed to have heard something unbelievable. She turned her head and looked at the bed with disbelief and anger on her face. She shouted into the room:

"Chunsheng, she almost killed you, why did you let her in?"

Chen Chunsheng did not respond to his mother's question, but just repeated, "Let Dr. Shen in."

Although the old woman was reluctant, she couldn't persuade her son in the end. She glared at Shen Qingli fiercely, then stepped aside to make way for him. Her tone was as cold as a frost-bitten eggplant: "Come in!"

Shen Qingli took another deep breath, as if to get rid of the awkwardness and grievance outside the door, and then walked steadily into the ward.

She gently placed the carefully selected flowers and heavy fruit basket on the cabinet beside her.

After doing all this, she looked up at Chen Chunsheng, her eyes full of concern: "Hello, Mr. Chen, how is your recovery now?"

Chen Chunsheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, pulling out a warm and satisfied smile, and his voice was full of optimism:

"Thank you for your concern, Doctor Shen. I have recovered half of my health. I should be able to be discharged after a few more days. Doctor Shen, please take a seat."

Shen Qingli nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you."

After sitting down on the chair next to the bed, she was not in a hurry to get to the point.

He was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words. When the atmosphere eased a little, he spoke again:

"Mr. Chen, can I explain to you how the accident happened that day?"