Overpowered Resident Doctor

The next morning, a little after eight, the Yan siblings and Yu Suye returned to the Dacheng Street Police Station to inquire about the investigation's progress.

As soon as they entered the station, Yan Feifan saw Deputy Director He Pengfei coming out to greet them.

With him was a familiar face, Zheng Libin.

Before Yan Feifan could ask, Zheng Libin began to explain, "Mr. Yan, because this case involves you, our superiors are taking it very seriously now that they've received the report."

"The Chief specifically ordered me to come and take charge of this matter."

"Thanks to the station's all-night efforts, we have a clear picture of what happened..."

Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, and Yu Suye followed Zheng Libin and He Pengfei into an office.

On a computer, they saw several surveillance video clips the police had collected, as well as footage from the dashcam in Song Yi's sports car.

The footage, edited by the police, showed that as soon as Yan Feifan left the hospital's south gate, he was targeted by Cheng Lezhi on a motorcycle.

He rode the motorcycle slowly, tailing Yan Feifan.

As for Song Yi's orange-red Mercedes sports car, it was initially waiting at the traffic light by the hospital's south gate.

When the light turned green, the sports car also began to slowly follow Yan Feifan, right behind the motorcycle.

In the video, Yan Feifan rode for only a short while before getting off his bike.

He pushed his bicycle onto the sidewalk, took out his phone, and continued pushing the bike while talking.

Just then, the motorcycle suddenly accelerated, charging toward Yan Feifan.

At the same time, the sports car also started to accelerate.

Just as the motorcyclist reached out to grab Yan Feifan, the Mercedes sports car suddenly surged forward and slammed into the back of the motorcycle.

The sudden, violent impact sent the motorcycle scraping past Yan Feifan as it careened away...

Even though they were only watching the footage, the close call made both Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye cry out involuntarily.

The sharp-eyed Yan Feifan asked, "It looks like Cheng Lezhi had something in his hand when he reached for me?"

"He did."

Zheng Libin replied, taking a small, dented can in a sealed bag from a nearby evidence locker.

"This is a spray paint can we found at the scene."

"We've tested it. It's filled with red spray paint, with no other substances added."

Zheng Libin continued, "During our questioning, Cheng Lezhi confessed that you had caused him to lose a lot of face in front of his friends, so he wanted to teach you a lesson."

"His plan was to spray paint on you, just to give you a scare."

"Just spray paint to scare me?"

Yan Feifan found this ridiculous.

A sudden thought occurred to him, and he asked worriedly, "That guy broke several bones. That's at least considered a minor injury, right?"

"If he really only meant to scare me, is it possible Song Yi could go to jail?"

Zheng Libin explained, "The hospital examination revealed a fractured right clavicle, two fractured ribs, a mild cervical dislocation, and minor internal bleeding."

"In legal terms, these injuries qualify as a Level Two Minor Injury, at a minimum."

"However..."

Zheng Libin fast-forwarded the dashcam footage from the Mercedes again.

"Cheng Lezhi was tailing you on his motorcycle, then suddenly accelerated and reached for you, Mr. Yan..."

He emphasized, "From the driver's perspective in the sports car, she couldn't see that the motorcyclist was holding a can of spray paint."

"Considering the persistent rumors about violent crimes like motorcycle robberies, it's understandable that the driver would make that association and overreact."

"The key point is that Cheng Lezhi did, in fact, have malicious intent toward you, Mr. Yan."

At this, Zheng Libin took three more items in sealed bags from the evidence locker.

A matte-gray handgun.

And two daggers that looked very sharp.

Zheng Libin picked up the handgun, weighed it in his hand, and chuckled. "A Type 92 replica pistol. It's a high-quality imitation, but it's still contraband."

He put down the handgun and pointed to the two daggers on the table, explaining, "Standard-issue combat knives for United States and United Kingdom special forces."

"We found all of these on Cheng Lezhi's motorcycle. Considering his intentions last night..."

"...the fact that he had these items hidden in the vehicle is highly suspicious."

"Cheng Lezhi claims he put these items in the vehicle a long time ago and simply forgot about them."

Zheng Libin continued, "Furthermore, Cheng Lezhi has quite a few entries in our system."

"He has been closely linked to three assault cases and two cases of threats and harassment."

"Although those cases all ended with the charges being dropped or with a settlement, it's enough to prove his bad character."

"And there's this..."

Zheng Libin showed another video to Yan Feifan and the others.

In the video, a motorcycle sped through a traffic-light intersection and hit a cyclist.

"This footage is from two a.m. last September."

"The accident resulted in the female cyclist suffering a broken leg, and the perpetrator fled the scene."

"Our technicians believe that Cheng Lezhi's motorcycle is very likely the same one involved in this hit-and-run."

"However, further comparison and investigation are needed for confirmation."

Zheng Libin concluded his analysis, "Taking all of this into account, I personally believe it's unlikely your friend will face criminal charges."

"However, she will likely be unable to avoid civil liability."

Yan Feifan said hopefully, "As long as she doesn't have to go to jail, paying a bit more in damages is fine."

"My friend Song Yi... where is she now?"

He Pengfei replied, "Mr. Yan, not long after she gave her statement last night, she left the station with her older brother and lawyer..."

He was delayed at the police station and also stopped to buy a new phone on his way back. By the time Yan Feifan got to the neurosurgery department, Lo Jun had already finished his rounds.

Lo Jun asked for a detailed update on the situation, then sneered, "This is a classic case of reaping what you sow. He completely deserved it."

"I've heard about this son of Mr. Cheng's. They say he throws his father's name around and acts very arrogantly."

"Out of respect for Mr. Cheng, many of our colleagues usually just bite the bullet and accept the patients he foists on us."

"You only refused him, and he dared to retaliate."

Lo Jun's expression darkened, and he said with contempt, "I'd like to see how Mr. Cheng is going to handle this."

Then, with a serious expression, he warned, "Xiaoyan, if anything like this ever happens again, you need to tell us immediately."

"There's me, Mr. Liu, Mr. Qin, Dr. Wang, Dr. Qee, Mrs. Chen, Dr. Tian, and so many others looking out for a young fellow like you. Do you really think we'd let you get bullied?"

Yan Feifan said sheepishly, "Teacher, I thought it was just a minor issue. I never expected that guy to be so brazen as to actually retaliate."

Lo Jun scoffed. "Xiaoyan, you can't underestimate some people's ignorance and audacity, nor their capacity for self-destruction."

"Don't worry about this anymore. Someone will handle it for you."

He picked up two patient files from his desk and handed them to Yan Feifan.

"This is the information for two patients sent over from Ren'ai Hospital and Huashan Hospital. Take a look at their intraspinal tumors and see if your puncture injection technique is applicable..."

At 11:30 a.m., Yan Feifan received a call from Liu Jin.

"Feifan, people from the Health Commission and the university are coming to the hospital to investigate last night's incident. I need you in my office now."

"Oh," Yan Feifan said, then asked, confused, "Sir, why are the Health Commission and the university getting involved?"

Liu Jin explained over the phone, "The incident itself isn't huge, and the consequences weren't severe, but the nature of it is appalling."

"Plus, since it involves a hospital director, it's understandable that the higher-ups are taking it seriously..."