Chapter 65
Song Zhou seemed to have just noticed Chang Ting's presence: "Officer Chang, what a coincidence?"
Chang Ting's mind sounded an alarm. He walked up to him, almost approaching him, staring at him and asking, "What a coincidence. How did you get out?"
"I'm a doctor." Song Zhou held his hands in his pockets and pulled up his white coat to show him.
"You're a doctor in the rehabilitation department, and you're in charge of ICU patients?"
"Why, are you discriminating against us in the rehabilitation department?" Song Zhou raised his glasses proudly. "In the early stages of a patient's fracture, the rehabilitation doctors can assess the patient's overall condition.
"This includes the type, location, and severity of the fracture, combined with the patient's age and basic health condition to determine the possibility of future recovery and provide a reference for the next surgery and treatment." Song Zhou said seriously.
"Doctor Song is so professional." Chang Ting glared at him, "But, this patient can't be Yu Aiai, right?"
Song Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "How did you know?"
"Stop playing dumb with me!"
Song Zhou's face darkened: "Pay attention to your work attitude, Officer Chang."
"That's my attitude. It's not the first time you've seen it."
Song Zhou didn't want to pay attention to him and looked around: "Where's Officer Zhou? Why isn't he following the leash?"
"Stop rambling! What did you do when you went in just now?" Chang Ting tapped Song Zhou's shoulder.
"Hey, stop touching me! I'm one of Yu Aiai's consulting doctors. Doctor, check on the patient. Is there anything wrong?"
Chang Ting stared at him and raised his voice to shout, "Xiao Zhang!"
Zhang You pulled his legs out of Yu Ma's arms and trotted over: "Oh my God, these two are so difficult to deal with..."
Chang Ting interrupted him and pointed at Song Zhou, saying, "Keep an eye on this man! Don't let him get away!"
Zhang You was a little puzzled, but still agreed: "Yes!"
Facing the gentle Dr. Song, he couldn't get angry at all and stammered, "Please... wait here."
The door of the intensive care unit was closed from the inside, so Chang Ting went up and knocked on the door.
Song Zhou reminded: "Ring the doorbell."
Chang Ting then noticed the doorbell on the side and pressed it several times in annoyance.
Song Zhou rolled his eyes.
A nurse opened the door and he tried to rush in. The nurse stopped him: "Who are you? You can't come in here!"
Chang Ting showed his ID: "Is there anything wrong with patient Yu Aiai?"
The nurse said, "He's been in a coma. The doctor just checked him out and he's stable."
"Which doctor? Song Zhou? Then I have to go in and take a look."
"That won't work!" the nurse stopped him, "You have to change into protective clothing if you want to go in!"
Chang Ting was worried, feeling that Yu Ai'ai's life was in danger and he couldn't afford to delay any longer. He compromised and said, "Then ask the nurse inside to check if she's okay. Right now, right now!"
The nurse looked at him suspiciously, but still did as he was told.
After a while, a voice came from inside: "Yu Aiai has woken up!"
The attending doctor quickly heard the news and came into the intensive care unit. Chang Ting was pushed aside and no one paid any attention to him.
In the corridor, Song Zhou leaned against the wall in a loose posture, looking at the fluorescent lights above his head boredly.
Chang Ting turned back and stood in front of him with his arms folded, as if he wanted to stare a hole into him.
Song Zhou withdrew his gaze from the fluorescent light, feeling somewhat helpless: "Did you think I would do anything to Ai Ai? Are you relieved now? Not only is she fine, her condition is actually getting better."
Chang Ting asked: "She was unconscious before you went in, and she woke up as soon as you came out. What did you do to her?"
Song Zhou's lips curved in a cold smile. "Waking up means the situation has improved. Even if I did something, it was a good thing. Why are you acting like you're going to blame me?"
"Stop playing dumb." Chang Ting's eyes were like knives. "You must have known that Yu Aiai was suspected of pushing Chen He off the cliff. I don't believe you're here to care about her."
Song Zhou's gaze grew colder behind his glasses. "Okay, then I won't pretend anymore. She almost killed Xiao He and caused her so much pain. I wish I could cut her into pieces."
Chang Ting's eyes flashed, and he reached out to grab Song Zhou's white coat: "You admitted it. You just wanted to take this opportunity to kill her!"
"What are you talking about?" Song Zhou shook his hand away. "But right now, I'm the one who least wants Yu Aiai to die."
He pointed to Yu Aiai's parents on the other side and said, "I dare say I want her to be alive more than her parents do."
Veins bulged on Song Zhou's forehead as he spoke, and he didn't seem to be lying.
Chang Ting couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"
"Because hatred is ten thousand times deeper than love." Song Zhou said word by word, "I hope she lives to slowly taste the pain that Chen He has endured."
Song Zhou, who was usually relaxed and calm, suddenly lost his composure, his clenched fists trembling slightly:
"Do you know how many surgeries Chen He has gone through? Do you know how much pain she was in?
"Do you know how it feels to have all the steel plates and nails stuck in your bones? Do you know how many surgical scars she has?
"Do you know how painful her recovery was? Do you know how much sweat and tears she put in to get back on her feet?
"Do you know how sad it is that her greatest pursuit in life was shattered because of color blindness caused by brain damage?"
Song Zhou's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly smiled, his canine teeth gleaming. "You don't know, and neither do I. Only those who experience it firsthand will know—Yu Aiai will know, and will savor every bit of pain Chen He has endured, minute by minute!"
Chang Ting had nothing to say and just looked at him in silence.
Song Zhou took a deep breath and continued, "You thought I would kill her. That's right, as a doctor, killing a dying patient is as easy as cutting a thread, and it won't leave any trace."
Chang Ting's expression changed slightly.
Song Zhou pointed to the ICU: "But I tell you the truth, I didn't do anything in there just now. I just said a few words to her."
Chang Ting's throat was dry. He coughed and finally spoke: "What did you say?"
Song Zhou chuckled softly and said slowly, "I say, Yu Aiai, you can't die with a lie. You must wake up and tell everyone that it was you who pushed Chen He off the cliff! Otherwise, I will cut off your oxygen tube."
"I can't die with a lie." Chang Ting remembered that Chen He had said the same thing. Did the couple collude, or did they do it by coincidence?
Song Zhou's eyes were filled with hatred as he continued, "When I examined her just now, I found that her corneal reflex and pupillary light reflex were present. She was in a shallow coma, so it's possible that she could hear me."
He paused, "No, I dare say she must have heard it." There was pain and pleasure in the gaps between Song Zhou's smile.
Chang Ting felt that Song Zhou at this moment was very different from usual, as if he had taken off his furry sheepskin, revealing his aggressive inner self.
Chang Ting felt that he could understand it. If his girlfriend had experienced this, who wouldn’t be angry?
He managed to force out a sentence: "You are using your job to take personal revenge. Treating patients this way is not in line with medical ethics, is it?"
"Don't you understand? This is called speech stimulation therapy. Look, it's working great! She's awake now, isn't she? If you still don't believe me, there are surveillance cameras in the ICU. Go check it out."
Chang Ting already believed it, but he still said stubbornly: "I will check it out."
Song Zhou sneered and was about to leave.
Chang Ting stopped him: "Wait."
Song Zhou turned around angrily: "What else do you want to do?"
Chang Ting stepped forward and said insincerely, "I'm sorry, I was a little overly nervous while investigating the case."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and helped Song Zhou straighten the collar of his white coat that he had pulled askew.
Song Zhou's hair stood on end at the sudden politeness, and he quickly pushed Chang Ting's hand away: "No, I can do it myself."
Chang Ting glanced at the camel-colored cashmere sweater under his white coat as if unintentionally.
"Nice sweater. Where did you buy it?"
"Chen He bought it for me." Song Zhou raised his curly head proudly.
"It doesn't look cheap, it must be several hundred, right?"
Song Zhou snorted, "You don't know the value of this. It's pure cashmere, and it costs thousands!"
Chang Ting gasped: "Is this how much money you can make from drawing comics? I'm going to compete with you rich people!"
Song Zhou felt much better. He raised his hand and pointed at Chang Ting's chest rudely. "Officer Chang, I hope you won't let me down this time. Conduct a thorough investigation, get the truth out, and give Chen He an explanation."
"You...is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"
Watching Song Zhou's arrogant back disappear, Chang Ting raised his hand, pinching a bit of light camel-colored fiber he had just plucked between his fingers, his brows furrowed.
Regarding the matter of love, Song Zhou had sufficient motive to commit the crime for Chen He.
But it is understandable that he said he didn't want Yu Aiai to die with a lie.
It can be seen that the relationship between him and Chen He is like that of a dog and a bone, and they are very protective of each other.
There was no reason for Song Zhou to let Yu Aiai leave a video that was unfavorable to Chen He and then throw her down the building.
Therefore, Song Zhou's words just now made Chang Ting's judgment slightly biased, tending to think that Song Zhou was not a suspect.
But the next second, he noticed that Song Zhou was wearing a light camel cashmere sweater, which was the same color and grade as the fiber found on Yu Aiai's manicure.
The ruler had to be moved back again.
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