Early the next morning, the evidence Jiang Fei had discussed with Yu Ruzhi was found.
This evidence was a person.
To be precise, it was a doctor named Min Dong. Jiang Fei had called Ye Yuanyuan and asked her to help track him down. The method involved investigating, through various channels, whom the deceased patient had been in contact with before his death, as well as whom his family members had interacted with. Then, they thoroughly checked everyone’s background.
If they could find out that the patient had been in contact with a doctor before his death, that would be ideal—it would almost certainly pinpoint the target.
If the patient had been in contact with any doctor other than Lan Caijie, the implications were obvious. In all likelihood, this person was connected to the patient’s death!
This wasn’t difficult for Ye Yuanyuan. Although Dr. Min Dong’s contact with the deceased patient had been kept secret—almost no one knew about it, not even the patient’s family—it still didn’t escape Ye Yuanyuan’s investigation. She uncovered everything.
“What’s the background of this guy Min Dong?” Jiang Fei asked when he arrived at the police station, where Ye Yuanyuan was waiting for him outside.
“You don’t know him?” Ye Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at Jiang Fei. She wasn’t particularly invested in this matter; she had investigated it purely as a favor to Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei was in a good mood now that the evidence had been found. He smiled and asked, “Why? Should I know him?”
“He’s a member of your Chinese Medicine Association. Don’t you think you should know him? I’d say you’re really not doing a very good job as the chairman. You didn’t even know there was a traitor in your own organization,” Ye Yuanyuan said disdainfully.
Jiang Fei’s expression instantly turned serious, and he frowned.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Ye Yuanyuan began to explain the situation in detail.
As it turned out, after the free clinic event, the deceased patient hadn’t been in contact with any doctors, hadn’t taken any improper medication, and hadn’t been poisoned or harmed by anyone.
The reason was that during the free clinic, the patient had already been seen by two doctors from the Chinese Medicine Association.
After Lan Caijie had administered acupuncture, the patient felt much better and was about to leave happily. But before he could, he was quietly intercepted by another doctor in a white coat with the Chinese Medicine Association logo, who told him there might have been an issue with the previous treatment and offered to perform acupuncture again.
The patient, impressed by Lan Caijie’s skills, trusted the doctors of the Chinese Medicine Association and didn’t suspect anything. He followed Min Dong for further treatment.
And then…
Things escalated into the so-called “medical accident.”
Jiang Fei’s face darkened as he listened. He hadn’t expected a traitor within the Chinese Medicine Association. The joy of uncovering the truth and exposing the mastermind was instantly dampened. Now that the culprit was one of their own, even if they revealed that it wasn’t a medical accident but premeditated murder, the reputation of the Chinese Medicine Association would still suffer.
Before even entering the police station to see the culprit, Jiang Fei called Cui Xuping and asked, “Is there a doctor named Min Dong in our association?”
“Min Dong?” Cui Xuping paused for a moment before replying, “Yes, he’s a attending physician in the Chinese medicine department of a top-tier hospital in Beijing. He’s not from a traditional Chinese medicine family, nor did he study under any of the three major ancient schools. He worked his way up through medical school, but his skills are quite good.”
Confirming that Min Dong was indeed a member of the association and that Ye Yuanyuan hadn’t made a mistake, Jiang Fei felt even more displeased. “He’s the one behind the medical accident. The patient died because of him. He’s been arrested and is now detained at the police station.”
“What?!” Cui Xuping was shocked by the news.
“Has this guy been in contact with Du Ziliang?” Jiang Fei asked.
Cui Xuping shook his head. “No! He wasn’t among the doctors Du Ziliang contacted, let alone someone who would betray us.” Without saying more, Cui Xuping quickly added, “Which police station are you at? I’ll come right away…”
After giving Cui Xuping the address, Jiang Fei entered the police station with Ye Yuanyuan.
“This guy is stubborn. No matter what, he refuses to talk or admit the truth. He admits he saw the patient during the free clinic but claims it was just a routine consultation—he didn’t do anything wrong, let alone commit murder,” Ye Yuanyuan said.
Jiang Fei’s expression remained cold and detached. “I’ve never believed there’s a mouth in this world that can’t be forced open. If you can’t get someone to talk, it means you haven’t found their weakness or sore spot. Once you pinpoint those, even the toughest mouth can be pried open.”
“Min Dong?”
In the interrogation room, only Jiang Fei and Ye Yuanyuan were present. The police had stepped out.
“Chairman, you don’t suspect I had something to do with this, do you? How could I possibly commit premeditated murder? That’s absurd—it’s slander!” A man in his forties, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and dressed tastefully, looked at Jiang Fei with agitation, his hands cuffed.
“Don’t worry,” Jiang Fei said calmly. “I only suspect you colluded with Du Ziliang to frame the Chinese Medicine Association. I haven’t confirmed it yet. If you’re innocent, I’ll ensure you get justice.”
“How could I collude with Du Ziliang? I don’t even know him. He never contacted me. How could I…” Min Dong said angrily.
Jiang Fei’s eyebrows shot up, and he interrupted, his eyes sharp. “What did you say? Du Ziliang never contacted you? What do you mean by that?”
Min Dong paused, a flicker of fear in his eyes. His mind might have been racing, but he maintained his angry expression. “I meant nothing by it. I just said I don’t know Du Ziliang.”
Jiang Fei suddenly smirked. “You’re trying to say that since Du Ziliang never contacted you, he never asked you to betray the Chinese Medicine Association, right? How did you know Du Ziliang was poaching doctors from our association? Unless you’ve been approached by him, you wouldn’t know about it.”
Min Dong was momentarily speechless but quickly replied, “So what if I know? I heard it from a friend in the association. Is that not allowed?”
“A friend in the association? Give me a name, and I’ll call them right now to verify!” Jiang Fei said immediately.
Min Dong fell silent.
Jiang Fei sneered. “Consider that an admission. Du Ziliang bought you off, didn’t he?”
Min Dong’s feigned anger vanished, replaced by a look of disappointment. “Since things have come to this, I doubt any explanation would help. If you’ve decided to suspect me, Chairman, then so be it. I, Min Dong, have a clear conscience.”
Now certain Min Dong was the traitor, Jiang Fei’s mood sank further. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. “So, you’re saying you’d rather die than admit to premeditated murder or reveal that Du Ziliang is the mastermind behind this?”
“I did not commit murder!” Min Dong said coldly.
Jiang Fei shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I have a way to make you talk.”
With that, Jiang Fei stood up and stretched. “I’m usually a gentle and polite person. But when it comes to enemies, especially those who take lives without remorse, I’m not so courteous. You happen to be my enemy and a doctor without ethics who murdered a patient. So, I won’t go easy on you…”
Almost imperceptibly, three gleaming silver needles appeared in Jiang Fei’s hand. He walked up to Min Dong and said, “You’re a skilled doctor, so you must know that acupuncture needles can save lives… and take them. Oh, you definitely know—you’ve saved lives, and you’ve taken one. But what you don’t know is that my needles can also make a person… wish they were dead.”
“Ah!”
Without wasting time on persuasion, Jiang Fei swiftly inserted the three needles into Min Dong’s body.
If you’re going to be stubborn, I won’t bother with words. I’ll just needle you first!
At the same time, in the Du family villa.
Members of traditional Chinese medicine families were accustomed to waking up early, a health-preserving habit passed down for centuries.
Du Ziliang was also an early riser.
But his morning routine didn’t involve jogging or even practicing Tai Chi. Instead, he practiced swordsmanship!
His movements and techniques showed he was no beginner. His skill with the sword was impressive, requiring at least seven or eight years of foundational practice.
“Your swordplay is too slow. Compared to Jiang Fei, you’re not even worth his spare time.” A handsome Western man with blond hair and blue eyes had appeared silently in the villa courtyard.
Du Ziliang’s arm twitched, and the sword in his hand flew out like an arrow shot from a bow, aimed directly at the foreigner’s head!
Swish!
The blade missed the foreigner’s face by less than three centimeters, grazing past him before embedding itself in a tree trunk several meters behind him.
Thud!
The tip of the sword sank deeply into the trunk, the hilt still vibrating in the air.
“I don’t need to compete with him in swordsmanship. I have no intention of killing him. Killing him is your responsibility. It’s a shame that during the hunt, with so many of you working together, you still failed to kill him. The organization was furious. My task is only to dismantle Chinese medicine,” Du Ziliang said coldly.
