Yun Ya pulled open the car door and sat down, Du Shan turned his head and nodded at her: "Miss." As the car descended Panshan Road, Du Shan glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes darkening: "We have a tail." Yun Ya smiled: "Don’t tell me you can’t shake them off." With the corners of his lips lifting, Du Shan gripped the steering wheel tightly: "Miss, hold on tight." The car instantly shot off like an arrow from a bow, onto the main road, and effortlessly lost the tail amongst the traffic stream. Yun Ya looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, a mocking smile curling on her thin lips. If someone wanted to monitor her, they needed to have the skill to do so. There was a crowd gathered at the hospital entrance, loud cursing voices spilling out, creating quite a commotion. Yun Ya saw people lifting banners, holding signs in their hands, and a few women sitting on the ground and crying their hearts out, swearing loudly. Yun Ya heard keywords like "incompetent doctors... unscrupulous hospital... pay with your life..." It seemed like another group of patient’s relatives causing a disturbance, which was a common phenomenon in the domestic medical field. However, with these people blocking the entrance so completely, Yun Ya withdrew her gaze indifferently: "Let’s go in through the back door." Upon pushing open the office door and failing to see Wei Qing, Yun Ya took out a white lab coat to wear, sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and first browsed through the hospital’s homepage, which only had some promotional drafts, nothing of value. Soon Wei Qing entered the office and, spotting Yun Ya, ran over excitedly: "You’re here." Yun Ya handed her a vial: "Get this tested." Accepting it cleverly without asking anything, Wei Qing said: "Okay, I’ll get you the results by this afternoon." "What’s the situation at the entrance?" Yun Ya asked, spinning a pen. Wei Qing glanced toward the door, speaking in a low voice: "I just went to find out, there was a failed surgery in our hospital’s neurosurgery department. The relatives are refusing to accept the outcome, insisting that the doctors killed the patient and demanding that the hospital take responsibility." "Was the surgical risk consent form signed?" Wei Qing nodded: "It was signed, but the relatives are claiming that it was signed by the patient’s stepmother, it has no blood relation, so it doesn’t count." "The signature is valid, and the risks were assumed. There may be no blood relation, but there is a kinship, which is legally binding." "Actually, it’s not surprising that these relatives are making a fuss. The surgery had a success rate of 70%. The chief surgeon is a very experienced specialist in this area, but he passed out right before the operation, and his student took it upon himself to continue the surgery hoping to stand out. Unexpectedly, it failed; after all, he was too young and inexperienced." Yun Ya’s eyes narrowed slightly: "Is he dead?" Wei Qing was startled and then realized that Yun Ya was asking about the patient. The indifferent tone of discussing life and death somehow sent a chill down Wei Qing’s spine. "No... he’s become a vegetative state patient, and it’s quite bad. The family isn’t well-off financially and can’t afford the costs, which is why they’re causing such a commotion." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel[f]ire.net Yun Ya’s eyebrows lifted lightly, her gaze shining sharply. "Go copy this patient’s medical record for me." Looking at Yun Ya, Wei Qing said, "You..." Yun Ya’s lips curled: "Yes, exactly what you’re thinking." Shocked, Wei Qing’s eyes widened: "But you’re a cardiothoracic surgeon. Can you perform a neurosurgery?" Yun Ya smiled faintly: "Because I’m Nyx, not just a cardiothoracic surgeon, but a surgeon. While I was doing my Ph.D., I had already performed no less than one hundred neurosurgeries in clinical practice, although I became famous for cardiothoracic surgeries." Wei Qing was beyond admiration; she felt like she was in the presence of a deity, able to express the reverence in her heart only through unreserved veneration. After Wei Qing left, Yun Ya dialed Pei Jinghong’s number. "Hello, Vice President Pei, you must be running around busy right now. It’s a rare occasion that you still have time to answer my call." Hearing Yun Ya’s teasing, Pei Jinghong’s deep voice came through: "You already know?" "With such a fuss, how could I not know? But I’m here to help you solve your problems." Pei Jinghong instantly sat up straight. "Digging deep into pockets to bring back talent from abroad, and you just let me sit around like a decorative vase? And what’s more, an unappreciated one at that. If you don’t pity it, I pity it for you." Pei Jinghong’s eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you sure?" At that moment, Wei Qing came back in with the medical record. Yun Ya took it, flipped through it, and said with a smile: "Do you dare to take a bet with me?" Pei Jinghong immediately responded: "Wait for me. I’ll come to see you right away."