Chapter 687 Do you still dare to say that you didn’t commit the crime?
The friendship between them is not tainted by any money-consciousness, but is extremely "sincere" and "pure", and can withstand any scrutiny from anyone.
The so-called "old cabinet" refers to the freezer in the morgue, and the "gift" that Feng Mu carefully prepared is a corpse that has just been sent in and is waiting to be dissected and appreciated.
It is only natural for a forensic doctor to receive a corpse to be dissected.
Who can find any fault with it?
When Qin Liang heard this, his face immediately showed deep emotion, his eyes were slightly red, and he almost shed a few tears of emotion on the spot.
There is nothing to say. Feng Mu is so good to his friends that there is nothing to say.
He usually stayed in the Second Prison, so he knew much better than outsiders what kind of wind was blowing in the Second Prison and whose voice was flowing.
To say something outrageous, even if Qian Huan could return to the Second Prison in good health at this moment, the only voice that everyone in the Second Prison, from top to bottom, from prison guards to prisoners, would probably hear would be Feng Mu's voice.
Qin Liang gritted his teeth, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and said:
"Feng Mu, I, Old Qin, will always remember your kindness.
I heard... Qian Huan woke up? Is that true? I saw the warden's office was quietly being renovated recently. Is he... is he coming back?
He paused, lowering his voice even lower, with a determination to go all out.
"Is there anything I can help you with?
If nothing else works, I can still get a flawless pathology report of "sudden death from myocardial infarction"..."
Feng Mu immediately spoke up, interrupting Qin Liang with a smile:
"Old Qin, what nonsense are you talking about!
I have always been loyal to Warden Qian. How could you have such a dangerous idea?
This is hurting me! If Warden Qian can recover, I will be so happy that I can return this heavy burden to him. How can you have such wild thoughts?
Qin Liang was choked and opened his mouth. Looking at Feng Mu's sincere expression, he felt a little unsure. He lowered his voice and asked tentatively:
“Really…really?”
Could it be that he had misunderstood? Feng Mu didn't mean that?
Feng Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He patted Qin Liang's arm and said sincerely:
“Of course it’s real, even realer than real gold!
I, Feng Mu, swear to heaven, I wish that Warden Qian would return to the Second Prison in good health tomorrow and take charge of the situation!"
He spoke in a firm and decisive manner, his eyes clear and he showed no sign of guilt.
When Qin Liang saw that Feng Mu's expression did not seem fake, the tense nerves in his heart inexplicably relaxed a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But out of a sense of being a "good friend," he added very seriously:
"Anyway, remember what I told you.
Later... later, if anything, I mean if anything unexpected happens, you must remember to find me first.
I will make sure that the autopsy report is done perfectly for you, and no one will be able to find any fault with it!"
Feng Mu patted Qin Liang's shoulder again, and his tone became a little deeper:
"Okay, okay, Lao Qin, I have 100% confidence in your professionalism. But you're really overthinking it. Relax a little."
He changed the subject and returned to the main topic.
"This time, the police station sent a formal letter of secondment due to staff shortage.
What I mean is, you should prepare yourself and go over to help out. After all, this is your professional ability."
He gave a thumbs-up.
After saying that, Feng Mu turned his head again and cast his gaze at Bai Ye, who had been standing beside him with a reserved and even timid look on his face.
Bai Ye was wearing a blue and white striped prison uniform, which formed a sharp contrast with Qin Liang's prison guard uniform.
"White Forensic Doctor!"
Feng Mu's tone remained as gentle as a spring breeze.
"You have indeed made some mistakes and taken some detours in the past.
But now that you have joined our big family of the Second Prison, the past is over, so don't have any psychological burden anymore.
We are all family now, and we are all good friends."
He smiled and said:
"As you get to know me, Feng Mu, you'll naturally get to know me. I can't say anything else, but to my friends, I'm absolutely sincere.
Your family outside is my family, you can rest assured. I will take good care of them and ensure they have enough food and clothing and are safe and sound.
Feng Mu took out a phone from his pocket, put it in Bai Ye's hand and continued:
"By the way, this phone number is for you. You can contact your family anytime.
If you want to meet, just tell me and I will arrange for them to visit me in prison. Everything will be very convenient."
Bai Ye was naturally afraid of Feng Mu to the core, but he dared not disbelieve what Feng Mu said.
He tried to force out his most grateful smile, his voice trembling a little:
"Thank you...thank you Minister Feng.
I've already spoken to my family on the phone. They said a friend helped them get a new house. It's more than twice the size of our old house, and the neighborhood is great. Everyone there is... very happy."
He paused and nodded vigorously:
"Thank you so much!"
His gratitude came from the heart, but was also filled with unconcealable humility and fear. The prison uniform on his body reminded him of his situation and status all the time.
However, Feng Mu's attitude was the same. When he made friends, he never cared what the other person was wearing.
Whether it's a prison guard's uniform or a prisoner's blue and white striped shirt, in his eyes, aren't they all people from the Second Prison?
Since they are all in the Second Prison, they are all his blood relatives!
Why should we be so formal with family members?
Feng Mu waved his hand nonchalantly, his tone as sincere as ever:
"Medicine Bai, you are too polite and too distant.
I've already said that friends should help each other. I can only feel at ease when you're well, right?
His eyes fell on Bai Ye's prison uniform. As if he had just noticed it, he gently reached out and plucked the rough fabric, showing an understanding expression and smiled:
"I know you may not be used to wearing this outfit, but it's okay, it's only temporary.
I'll think of a way to help you take off this dress later."
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, then quickly lowered it again, exhaled a long breath, and his voice trembled even more due to excitement:
“Yes, yes, you are right.
Friends should help each other, so is there anything I can help you with? As long as I can do it, I will definitely..."
Feng Mu was very satisfied with Bai Ye's reaction and continued to smile:
"Yes, there is indeed something. I just told Lao Qin that a major case has occurred outside the prison, and the police station is short of manpower, especially outstanding forensic doctors.
Lao Qin has been seconded there, and I was thinking that since you used to be a forensic pathologist in the police station, you have rich experience and strong professional skills, so you might as well go back with him to help out this time.
How's that, is it okay?"
Bai Ye immediately shook his head like a rattle and responded repeatedly:
"No problem, absolutely no problem. I'm so happy to be able to go back and help!"
It’s just…it’s just…”
His mind was spinning rapidly as he carefully considered his words. He didn't know what major case had happened outside, but with Feng Mu's thoughtful arrangements and the "deep" impression he had when he first met Feng Mu, he instinctively felt that this matter was definitely not simple.
What he actually wanted to ask was - is the case outside related to you?
Do you need me to help the police confirm a certain conclusion, or do you need me to overturn a certain conclusion? What kind of autopsy report do you want me to make in the end?
Feng Mu probably guessed what Bai Ye was worried about. He smiled and comforted him in a relaxed tone:
"Medicine Bai, don't overthink it. Just go back and do your normal support work. Use your professional abilities and be realistic."
Bai Ye didn't dare to believe such official words. He gritted his teeth and felt that he could only feel at ease after asking clearly, so he asked:
"Is there really nothing that requires my special attention? Or...anything that requires special 'care'?"
He emphasized the word "take care" a little more.
After hearing this, Feng Mu thought about it seriously and felt that if he didn't give Bai Ye some advice, it would be difficult for him to truly concentrate on his work.
He pondered for a moment, then said in a casual tone, as if chatting with friends:
"Well, if I have to pay attention to someone, it's Li Shang, the captain of the police station. He's a good friend of mine.
If you encounter any problems that you can't solve when you get there, you can go directly to him for help. He will definitely take care of you for my sake."
At this moment, Bai Ye's mind suddenly "boomed", and he thought more and understood more clearly!
The person investigating the case is your good friend, and the person in charge of the autopsy is also your good friend, and now you're putting me back in too...
You've arranged everything so clearly, top to bottom, inside and out, and you still dare to say that the big case outside has nothing to do with you?!
However, after realizing this, Bai Ye's deep-seated panic and uncertainty strangely disappeared, replaced by a special sense of "security".
He looked at Qin Liang beside him and found that Qin Liang was also looking at him. Their eyes met in the air, and they instantly understood the same understanding in each other's eyes.
Suddenly, as if they had a telepathic connection, the two of them said to Feng Mu in unison:
"Well, we understand. Li Shang is your friend as well as our friend."
Feng Mu smiled. One of his greatest hobbies in life was making friends, and he always treated his friends with sincerity.
And if friends can help each other, learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and ultimately make progress together and move towards a broader world, that would be wonderful in his opinion.
"Shall we go to the police station now?" Qin Liang asked after seeing that the matter was settled. He seemed quite anxious and wanted to help his friend solve his problem immediately.
Feng Mu heard this and waved his hand with a warm smile, signaling him to calm down:
"There's no rush. The transfer letter from the police station just arrived, and all the formalities must be completed.
You two, go back and prepare first. I'll get Warden Qian's signature and approval, and then you can report in. Everything still has to follow the rules."
Qin Liang and Bai Ye: "..."
The two were greatly shocked. They looked at each other and suddenly realized that they might have been judging others by their own standards.
It seems that Feng Mu's respect for the prison warden Qian Huan is more than just lip service.
It was just such a small matter, and with Feng Mu's actual control over the Second Prison, he could completely make the decision on his own without having to inform anyone.
But he didn't do that. Instead, he made an extra trip to ask Warden Qian to sign.
What is this?
This is the loyalty reflected in the details, and the hierarchy that is ingrained in our bones.
It is so rare that at a time like this, one can still be so dedicated to one's duties and uphold the authority of one's superiors.
The only problem is... Warden Qian seems to still be soaking in a special medical fish tank?
It is said that only the head and neck can move... In this case, how can he pick up a pen to sign?
They couldn't imagine the scene, nor did they dare to remind him, so they could only watch Feng Mu leave with admiration on their faces.
40 minutes later.
The bedroom was filled with the special smell of disinfectant and nutrient solution.
Most of Qian Huan's body was immersed in the transparent fish tank, with only his head exposed. His face was still pale, but his eyes were much clearer than before.
He tilted his head and looked at the folder that Feng Mu handed to him and the secondment letter that required his signature, with an expression that looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't.
He was willing to sign it, whether in response to Li Shang's request or out of gratitude to Feng Mu for "maintaining" his authority at this moment.
But...how to sign?
If Qian Huan had not been extremely convinced in his heart that Feng Mu's "loyalty" to him was beyond doubt, he would almost suspect that Feng Mu was deliberately finding an excuse to humiliate him.
He sighed with difficulty, and a somewhat unclear sound came out of his throat:
"Feng Mu, I understand your loyalty very well.
Since you've already promised Li Shang, just send the person over. There's no need to wait for my signature for such a small matter."
Feng Mu shook his head firmly:
"No, Warden Qian. This must be signed. And it must be signed with your name."
Qian Huan was slightly stunned, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he listened to Feng Mu's explanation:
"Once this signed secondment letter is sent to the police station and filed, it will be a clear signal.
I would like to take this opportunity to make it clear to the people inside the Second Prison, the police station, and all those who are paying attention to you that Warden Qian is still the rightful warden of the Death Warden of the Second Prison.
And you have successfully recovered and are fully capable of handling important matters and work again. This is more effective than anything we can say to the outside world!"
When Qian Huan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Li Hanyu, who was standing aside, also nodded frequently, looking at Feng Mu with eyes full of admiration and trust.
She looked at her son and added excitedly:
"My son, what Feng Mu said makes a lot of sense. This document will be the first official document you sign after you wake up. This signature is of great significance.
Once this document takes effect, it means that, de jure, you will still be in charge of the Second Prison."
Qian Huan understood this logic. This was indeed a brilliant move that could greatly stabilize people's hearts and maintain his power.
But the question is back to the starting point - what did he use to sign, his tongue?
But think about it from another perspective, if he can't even sign his name, then why should he continue to sit in the position of warden of the second prison?
Qian Huan was startled, and suddenly realized that he had to "sign" this word today, even if it was...
(End of this chapter)
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