Chapter 68 Evidence
Jiang Hanyu's ward was filled with noise.
Reporters were on high alert with their cameras and weapons, fearing that they would miss any crucial information.
The sunlight poured down and sprinkled on the hospital bed, making each of those tears crystal clear.
He sobbed with his eyelids drooping, his fingers tightly clenched on a corner of the quilt.
Lu Qian said that he was not as smart as Jian Ruochen, and his acting skills were not as good as Jian Ruochen, but what’s the use of having good acting skills?
Men like Lu Qian and Lu Rong like those who look a little stupid.
Jiang Hanyu raised his eyes, forced a lip curl towards the camera, glanced around, and thought hesitantly.
Are there a few missing reporters?
Inside Hong Kong International Hospital.
All was quiet.
Reporter Chen Zhuyao bowed slightly and shuttled between the corridors with her partner, the photographer.
The photographer whispered, "Sister Chen... there are so few people here, not even a few patients, it's so spooky, let's stop taking pictures, shall we go back?"
Chen Zhuyao glanced over and said, "Shh."
The photographer changed his tone, "Even if it's a task assigned by our boss, there's no need for us to work so hard, right?"
"My boss once said, what is the most important thing when doing journalism?" Chen Zhuyao turned her head to look at the photographer, "It is to present the truth to the public. In front of this sentence, the boss is secondary."
She smoothed her hair and said, "I like my current boss. He has advanced ideas and is very good at manipulating public opinion. The news industry needs such investors who dare to speak the truth."
Chen Zhuyao raised her chin and said, "Do you see the ward across the street? That is the ward of Prime Minister Alim Manward."
"Come on, get to work."
The photographer tightened his grip on the camera arm.
at the same time.
Jian Ruochen opened the door of Chen Jincai's jeep despite Guan Yingjun's gaze.
Chen Jincai smiled at Guan Yingjun without saying a word. He closed the door, changed gears and stepped on the accelerator in one go.
No matter why, just take the little God of Wealth and run away first.
Zhang Xingzong watched the jeep go by in a cloud of dust, thinking of Guan Sir's bad temper, and his conditioned reflex and PTSD kicked in. He turned around and asked, "Hey, Boss, did you make the little god of wealth angry again?"
Guan Yingjun laughed and said, "No."
He remembered the faint smell of pepper on Jian Ruochen's body, and looked back at Liu Sizheng, "Did you give him another vegetarian roast goose?"
“Um…ah…” Liu Sizheng lowered his eyes guiltily.
There is a red light ahead.
Guan Yingjun paused, and said with a hint of laughter, "He went to eat some snacks secretly."
No matter how smart you are, no matter how good you are at planning.
Jian Ruochen still has that energetic student spirit.
There is no way to deal with him.
Forty minutes later.
The convoy stopped in front of the Hong Kong International Hospital.
As soon as he got off the car, Jian Ruochen saw a man and a woman crawling out of the main gate of the hospital.
The man was holding a jib camera in his hand, his glasses were hanging crookedly on his ear, and a piece of the left lens was cracked.
He looked terrified and ran stumblingly, as if a ghost was chasing him.
The woman was not in a much better condition. Her clothes were covered in blood and her abdomen was red.
The dark red bloodstains spread on the outside of the pure white professional suit, which was shocking.
The breeze was blowing, the weather was slightly warm, the sky was bright, and everything seemed quiet and silent.
The police got out of the car and rushed forward without hesitation.
The group took out the wooden warehouse and was on guard, and then explored in the direction of Hong Kong International Hospital.
A group of people followed Jian Ruochen and supported the person who was suspected to be injured.
Jian Ruochen saw the STN logo on the camera and whispered, "What's your name? Are you injured? What happened?"
"We are, we are fine. Inside, inside..." The man was breathing rapidly, his face was stiff, his pupils contracted, and he was extremely frightened.
His hands holding the camera were shaking, his face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and he could not stand steadily.
It was not until he saw Jian Ruochen's face that he came to his senses: "You, you are..."
Next to her, Chen Zhuyao took a deep breath and stood up straight. "I am Chen Zhuyao, the host and reporter of STN's prime time program."
She paused, followed Jian Ruochen's support, sat on the temporary seat that was opened after the jeep's trunk was lifted up, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, the blood on our bodies is not our own."
Jian Ruochen ignored her slightly trembling voice and said, "It's safer to get a check-up."
He turned his head to look at Guan Yingjun, raised his hand and waved it beside his ear, making a phone call gesture.
Guan Yingjun picked up his phone and dialed the police cooperation number of Hong Kong University Hospital. "Hello? I am Guan Yingjun, senior inspector of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. We need three ambulances to be on standby downstairs of Hong Kong International Hospital. Yes, there is an accident here. We need to prepare emergency equipment..."
Jian Ruochen walked around to the back of Guan Yingjun's car, took out two bottles of mineral water from the trunk, unscrewed them and handed them to the two STN employees, "Take a break first, and then we'll talk in detail."
Chen Zhuyao took the water and said thank you softly.
Chen Jincai came back after exploring the area around Hong Kong International Hospital from a distance. "There is nothing unusual around the hospital. It seems that the problem is not outside."
"This hospital is engaging in illegal organ trade and may even be conducting human experiments." Chen Zhuyao said, nudging the man beside her with her elbow.
The cameraman immediately got into the water, picked up the camera, opened the small screen on the side, and pressed the playback button.
A group of policemen came over.
A dozen people huddled together, looking at the screen.
Jian Ruochen was sitting next to the camera and could see the scene most clearly.
A ward number appeared on the screen.
【Ailimanward, ward 319. 】
Chen Zhuyao nodded to the camera, then looked at the doorplate, took a deep breath, and raised her hand calmly, "Mr. Ailiman, I am STN reporter Chen Zhuyao, may I come in to interview you?"
e in.”
Chen Zhuyao opened the door and went in, followed closely by the camera.
The camera shook slightly, which made people feel uneasy.
The facilities in the ward are good, with air fans, fruits, and a TV. A middle-aged man lying on the bed has a needle inserted in the back of his hand and a book pressed on his palm.
Next to the bed, there were several blood bags placed on a machine that was shaking regularly.
Zhang Xingzong looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "He's getting a blood transfusion? Does the leader of the Sizheng have anemia?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ailiman's distorted voice came out from the camera, "Anemia, an old problem."
Chen Zhuyao did not comment and instead asked him his opinion on the matter of "Jiang Hanyu accepting illegal donations."
The politician's answer was so unremarkable that it made the police officer, who was concentrating on his work, sleepy.
Then the scene changed and showed a corridor.
The light was extremely dim, with only the emergency exit at the end of the corridor emitting a faint green light.
In the video, Chen Zhuyao frowned and said, "It seems that there is no such exit on the fire map."
"Yes." The cameraman whispered, "This is the medical warehouse on the map."
Chen Zhuyao: "Let's go in and take a look."
The two men lifted up two layers of aged and yellowed thick windproof plastic, and the picture shook slightly.
“It stinks.”
"Go a little further inside." Chen Zhuyao turned on the portable flashlight hanging on the key, but after hesitating for a moment, she still didn't turn it on.
The sound of the machine running and the faint moans were mixed together.
It rises and falls, appears and disappears.
Jian Ruochen saw countless single beds densely packed in a room that was as dirty and messy as a warehouse.
The medical equipment and various instrument tubes on the side are connected to the person on the bed.
The plastic medical equipment had turned a little yellow, forming a sharp contrast with the wards on the upper floors.
Elliman's ward was clean, decent, and had everything one would expect.
But here it is damp, dark and full of struggle.
The face of a person on a hospital bed was pale, his fingers hung down, blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground, and formed a dark red pool.
Chen Zhuyao walked over and pushed him, "Are you okay?"
The strong desire to survive made the man raise his fingers and grab everything he could touch. "I didn't...voluntarily. Save me, save me, let me out."
Chen Zhuyao suppressed her panic and said, "Quick, let's take a close-up."
“None of us volunteered.”
A female voice said from outside the screen.
Everyone was so engrossed in watching that they were all startled at the same time.
Chen Zhuyao was also frightened and jumped away. She wanted to ask something, but footsteps were heard at the door.
“Go, go, go!”
“Run!”
The ground was wet and slippery. Chen Zhuyao fell in a panic and her body was covered in blood.
The screen flashed and the recording ended.
Jian Ruochen finished reading and remained silent for a long time.
This is undoubtedly a den for illegal organ trafficking and human slavery.
Lu Qian actually brought so many people here!
Totally heartless!
Chen Zhuyao lifted up her skirt and pulled out a stack of papers from her waist. "There's more information. We didn't want to give up when we ran away, so we went to Jiang Hanyu's attending physician's office and found this."
Jian Ruochen put on cloth gloves and opened the paper, which contained the signature of the recipient recorded by the attending physician!
If I flip back to the previous page, I can remember clearly who came and what day, what surgery was performed, what organ was used, who the donor was, and what people were played with.
This is clear evidence of guilt!
It is something that the doctor wrote down and used to threaten high-ranking officials in order to gain more benefits!
Jian Ruochen's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
So this is what it feels like to own a world-renowned media company?
He only needs to give an order and his employees can actually get such important things for him!
Is this what it means to know people and assign them to the right positions?
His heart was pounding against his chest, and for the first time, Jian Ruochen felt so clearly the benefits of power.
The banquet, the Porsche Cayenne, the aristocratic pomp, are all fake.
As a police officer, only the evidence in your hands is real.
It makes people's heart surge!
Jian Ruochen picked up the album page, flipped through it, and saw a familiar name.
"Hong Kong Prime Minister Eli Manward is not anemic at all."
Jian Ruochen held up the album and showed it to everyone, "He wants to achieve immortality through blood transfusion."
Zhang Xingzong clenched his fists: "Dog!"
"Lu Qian, who organized this kind of activity, deserves to die." Chen Jincai murmured.
He didn't even dare to imagine how many Hong Kong people had disappeared silently in the Hong Kong International Hospital.
There was a black videotape stuck behind the roster.
Jian Ruochen touched it, turned around and asked, "This black box..."
"It should be a video of the recipient." Chen Zhuyao said, looking at Jian Ruochen with shining eyes, "Can we broadcast it..."
Everyone on this list is a big shot whom they cannot afford to offend!
Everyone's eyes fell on Jian Ruochen.
STN is his property, and as the boss, Jian Ruochen has the right to decide whether to keep or remove this news.
But he has a special identity.
Not only is he the boss of a media company, he is also a consultant to the Major Crimes Unit A of the Regional Police Station.
It is also the living signboard of the regional police station.
His choice could almost implicate the entire police station.
Chen Jincai said, "There are so many British Hong Kong officials in it. If it is broadcasted... our regional police station will offend a lot of people and it will be difficult for us in the future. It will not be easy for Director Le either."
"Yeah, will the higher-ups still give the police department funding after the show airs? The money they've allocated to them over the past few years isn't much anyway."
Guan Yingjun glanced at the person who was speaking, lowered his eyes and said, "Advisor Jian, you don't have to consider Le Jinwen. He is not a member of the Hong Kong British faction."
Ding Gao said quickly, "How can we catch Lu Qian if we don't broadcast it? I don't care. As long as I don't sacrifice myself, I can do anything."
Jian Ruochen touched the tape and sweat broke out on his back.
No wonder Lu Qian is so confident, the person he holds in his hand is not a protective umbrella.
These are all high-ranking British Hong Kong officials whose lives are being strangled by Lu Qian!
British, Japanese, Americans, everything is covered.
On one hand, there are the high salaries of the police officers, and on the other hand, the truth should be made known to the world.
Jian Ruochen thought for 30 seconds before saying, "I remember in 1990, we held a symposium on the fight against organized crime with Hong Kong... Uh, the mainland?"
This meeting was mentioned in the police academy textbooks of 2030, but unfortunately it was only mentioned briefly and he knew very little about it.
Guan Yingjun raised his handsome eyebrows.
When Jian Ruochen spoke, he seemed to subconsciously put himself in the position of the mainland?
Jian Ruochen raised his head and asked, "Where is the anti-black organization?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. "It's us... Don't you know? Otherwise, why would the higher-ups let us take charge of Lu Qian's case? The director has even gone to Beijing for a meeting... Um, that thing..."
Guan Yingjun continued: "Press conference on cooperation between the mainland and Hong Kong police."
Jian Ruochen carefully protected the disk and said, "Tell Director Le about this. Let's contact the mainland media first. The news on this tape can be released, but we have to release it together with the mainland. This way the mainland can take the opportunity to criticize the British Hong Kong government and replace the mainland officials with those who stand on the same side."
He handed the disk and the list to Guan Yingjun, "Let's leave the things with Guan Sir first. Does anyone have any objection?"
Everyone shook their heads.
How wonderful! Why didn't they think of that?
If they issue it together with the mainland, the pressure will no longer be put on the Hong Kong British government by the police!
It’s the pressure from the mainland.
This is much more powerful than Jian Ruochen exerting his strength alone.
Chen Jincai was a little worried at first, but now he followed the crowd and shook his head rhythmically.
As I was shaking, I felt something was wrong.
Huh? How come Consultant Jian has such an aura of a commander-in-chief!
He's on par with Inspector Lin Yazhi.
Chen Zhuyao looked at Jian Ruochen with sparkling eyes.
She knew she was following the right person.
Jian Ruochen is a master at manipulating public opinion and taking advantage of situations to get things done!
This kind of person is born to stand tall.
Her boss will achieve great things in the future!
Jian Ruochen noticed her gaze and looked to the side, "Well done, thanks to you."
Chen Zhuyao felt warm in her heart and smiled, "No, it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't told me to pay attention to Jiang Hanyu's donation, how could I have taken such a big shot?"
Jian Ruochen shook his head, "If you are not brave, I can't get this. I will inform Luo Binwen and ask him to give you a promotion opportunity. Wait for the specific notification. The salary will be doubled."
The cameraman opened his mouth blankly: "Huh?"
Is this doubled?
Double your salary in the blink of an eye?
"Three times." Jian Ruochen stood up and patted the two men on the shoulders. "Once the news is broadcast, STN will definitely be hated by the British Hong Kong government, and you will be the first to bear the brunt. It is reasonable to take three times. It will be calm during this period. Spend time with your family. We will protect you later."
The cameraman wanted to kowtow to Jian Ruochen after listening to this. With a boss like him, he was willing to do more work!
That’s so generous.
Chen Jincai was sweating profusely.
It’s not that being an inspector is bad, it’s just that Jian Ruochen’s company is too attractive.
Working with Jian Ruochen is both exciting and productive.
Although the "news release at the same time as in the mainland" has not happened yet, he can already imagine how exciting it will be after the videotape is exposed.
As soon as this news broke out, the British Hong Kong government, under pressure, would definitely be the first to deal with Lu Qian.
The police from the Kowloon Region actually used the British Hong Kong government, which was originally on the opposing side, to convict Lu Qian!
"Reverse Tiangang"! Ha ha!
The heavy pressure from public opinion will force the court to impose a heavier sentence.
Chen Jincai shuddered for no apparent reason.
Jian Ruochen is so decisive!
Isn't he afraid?
Why is he not afraid of the British Hong Kong forces that have been rooted for many years?
Jian Ruochen stood up: "The ambulance has arrived, don't just stand there, it's important for us to save people."
Fortunately, it didn’t take more than ten minutes to watch the video and formulate the strategy.
Guan Yingjun said, "Chen Jincai, your team will go and rescue people, and we will go and capture the attending doctor. We will work separately. See you at the police station at five o'clock in the evening."
Chen Jincai nodded and said, "See you at the police station."
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