A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 92

The moment he hung up the phone, Li Lin collapsed onto the back seat of the car, his chest heaving violently.

“What happened?” Shen Zhao had already parked his car and was knocking on the window of Lu Xiao’s vehicle.

Lu Xiao tilted his chin toward Li Lin. “Zhai Hongtian. He called.”

Shen Zhao’s pupils contracted instantly. “It really was him?”

“Sounded like him to me. Hey! You! What do you say?” Lu Xiao casually nudged Li Lin with his foot again.

Li Lin groaned in pain but didn’t offer a rebuttal.

“……And now?”

“We play for time. Let’s get Li Lin back to the station first; I still have a mountain of questions for him.”

Interrogation Room – 7:40 AM

Red welts from being pressed against the car window still lined Li Lin’s forehead. He looked like a stray dog—hands and feet shackled, pinned into the small prisoner’s chair.

Lu Xiao lit a cigarette, propped his legs up on the table, and stared him down. “Tsk. I haven’t closed my eyes for a full day and night just to catch you. I don’t have time to waste!”

He exhaled a plume of smoke, looking through the one-way glass. Though he couldn’t see out, he knew Shen Zhao was standing on the other side. Shen Zhao had likely spent the entire night in a state of constant fear…

“Spit it out! Otherwise, once I dig everything out of your phone—heh, if I find you’ve been holding back, you’re going to suffer!”

Lu Xiao dropped his legs, yawned, and stood up. “Keep at him! Don’t let this brat sleep! Not even for a second!”

Lu Xiao pulled Shen Zhao out of the interrogation area, but his face remained clouded with worry.

“How is it? No results?” Shen Zhao noticed Lu Xiao’s expression souring and couldn’t help but feel anxious. If they couldn’t squeeze a lead out of Li Lin, the case would go cold again.

As Shen Zhao fell into silence, Lu Xiao suddenly grabbed his wrist and led him toward Lin Xue’s desk with a suspicious, stealthy air.

Shen Zhao looked around, confused. “Are you looking for Lin Xue? It’s too early; she won’t be in yet.”

Lu Xiao offered a shameless grin and squatted down. “That’s exactly why I’m doing this while she’s not here!”

He hunched his body under the desk, bracing himself with one arm while reaching into a small cabinet beneath her seat—Lin Xue’s private stash of high-end, imported snacks.

Shen Zhao finally realized what Lu Xiao was doing. He was being a thief!

“How about… I go out and buy you some breakfast?” Shen Zhao looked at Lu Xiao huddled under the desk and felt embarrassed. He crouched down himself, terrified someone might see them.

Lu Xiao’s face finally relaxed. He rose from his nearly-prone position on the floor, holding out his palm like he was presenting a treasure. Inside were two cups of Hokkaido milk pudding that Lin Xue had paid a premium for via a personal shopper.

Highly satisfied with his “prey,” he nodded and stuffed them into Shen Zhao’s hands. “Eat something to line your stomach first.”

Shen Zhao: “……” So, now I’m the thief too?

“Is this… really okay?”

“What’s not okay? Treat this place like home! Relax, just tell her I’m the one who ate them.”

Shen Zhao hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in. He carefully peeled back the seal and took a small spoonful. After a long night of exhaustion and hunger, the rush of sugar was genuinely pleasant.

Lu Xiao watched him from the side, involuntarily swallowing. Shen Zhao paused, licking a trace of milk from his lip. “Do you want some too?”

Lu Xiao looked like his secret had been discovered. His ears turned slightly red, and he looked down, waving his hand quickly. “I’m not craving the pudding.”

Shen Zhao: “???”

Shanghai Police Department – 1:30 PM

After Lu Xiao and Shen Zhao caught a quick nap in the car, they returned to find Old Zhou, whose dark circles were so heavy he looked possessed.

“Old Zhou… have you been a bit too dedicated lately?” Lu Xiao’s lip twitched.

Old Zhou scratched his cheek. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you? Learning to pity us old bones?”

Shen Zhao looked on with a meaningful gaze, feeling a wave of concern for all of Lu Xiao’s colleagues…

“How’s the interrogation going? Is he still being stubborn?”

A trace of pride appeared on Old Zhou’s exhausted face. “I’ve made a major discovery.”

“Let’s hear it!”

The three of them sat down immediately.

“The Zhai family is far from simple. For years, Zhai Hongtian has been providing ‘specialized medical services’ to various elites and celebrities. According to Li Lin, he has served nearly a hundred people. Every single case, if pulled out individually, is a felony.”

Shen Zhao’s eyes narrowed as he recalled the receipt with special symbols he had obtained from Nanny Cheng:

[M-45 X003 | Donor Compatibility | Target: C15 | Special Medical Approval]

“Those symbols on the receipt… what do they mean?” Shen Zhao asked.

Old Zhou squinted at Li Lin’s confession records. “They likely refer to the recipient’s age and blood type, as well as the target donor’s age and source.”

“What exactly are we talking about?” Lu Xiao’s voice turned cold.

“Organ transplantation,” Shen Zhao and Old Zhou said almost in unison.

Lu Xiao frowned, confused. “But that’s not exactly simple, is it? Don’t you usually need immediate family for things like kidneys?”

Shen Zhao fell silent for a long moment before speaking slowly. “If my guess is correct, the medical experiments in our orphanage back then were related to this. They used experiments to stimulate the body, combined with drug intervention, to drastically reduce the chances of organ rejection after a transplant…”

“What?” “This is f***ing insane!”

Shen Zhao’s face twisted with pain. “I never imagined that after all these years, these people were still destroying lives.”

Lu Xiao’s heart sank. “This medical project—is there a list of the people who received these services?”

Old Zhou shook his head. “Li Lin says he was only responsible for a small portion. Aside from Zhai Hongtian, no one knows the full scope of the operation.”

Lu Xiao didn’t want to think about how many people would be dragged into the light if they kept digging. But then again, hadn’t every day lately been a brush with death?

He took a deep breath. “How does Zhai Hongtian find his clients?”

“They have a channel,” Old Zhou said grimly. “A private medical club. Every so often, they host a group of ‘guests.'”

Lu Xiao tapped the desk, his fingers tensed. “Keep going.”

“The club operates legally on the surface, but it houses an underground trading floor called the ‘Sacred Healing Manor.’ Only top-tier billionaires, high-ranking officials, and the powerful elite can enter. These ‘guests’ wear masks and go to the site to ‘adopt’ their children.”

“‘Adopt’?”

“To put it bluntly, they are picking out an organ bank that catches their eye…”

“F***!”

Lu Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at Shen Zhao. “Shen Zhao… why do I feel like you look more like a billionaire than I do?”

Shen Zhao blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I’m wondering if we can find a way to sneak in together.”