Under the escort of everyone, Yan Feifan returned to the Xiaohonglou Office safely, and waited for He Pengfei, the director of the Dacheng Street Police Station.

"Doctor Yan, I'll inform you about the preliminary investigation of the group of people who caused trouble at noon..."

He Pengfei took out a small notebook, opened it and looked at it, saying, "They were thirteen, among which Xie Qing..."

"Doctor Yan, this Xie Qing is the young doctor who committed suicide by taking sleeping pills."

Yan Feifan said lightly, and then He Pengfei continued to say loudly: "Of the thirteen people, only Xie Qing's family members are his father, mother, uncle and uncle."

"The other nine people are all professional medical disputes."

"Vocational medical dispute?" Yan Feifan was a little confused.

"Doctor Yan, they are just professional doctors!"

He Pengfei further explained: "Xie Qing's four family members told me that they didn't know these people before. They just came to them last night and said they could get a lot of money for them."

"This group of people scattered in various hospitals every day to find out information about possible medical malpractice."

"Once they find the right medical incident, they find the patients' families and promise to help them get more money from the hospital, and then divide it into five or five."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan was a little surprised and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that such a medical dispute has become a profession and an industry?"

He Pengfei sighed: "In many medical accidents, hospitals have some responsibilities. If they want to not be affected by their reputation, they will pay more money and settle the matter as soon as possible."

"This kind of handling mentality gives them the opportunity to take advantage of it and make them succeed again and again."

"but……"

He Pengfei said solemnly: "This time, they finally hit the iron plate and the south wall."

"According to their confession, they heard that Xie Qing committed suicide because of Dr. Yan, and they also heard that you are a very famous genius doctor. Thinking that for the sake of your future and reputation, Dr. Yan, you will definitely protect yourself, so they plan to come here and make a big profit."

After pausing, He Pengfei continued to introduce: "Doctor Yan, I received instructions from my superiors to continue digging deeper with the police in the capital to prevent professional medical disputes."

Yan Feifan nodded and said, "These people are afraid that the matter will not be big enough and they really need to be hit."

"Hey, Director He, what news do you have about Xie Qing's suicide?"

He Pengfei smiled softly and said, "Doctor Yan, telling you about Xie Qing is also one of my purposes."

"Doctor Yan, the Beijing police who investigated Xie Qing's suicide have informed me of the relevant investigation situation in detail."

"According to the investigation by the Beijing police, this young man Xie Qing was likely to have made plans to not return to China after going abroad for further study, so he broke up with his fiancée who had set a date for marriage."

"This incident made his hospital leaders and colleagues recognize what kind of person he is, so after the further study plan was terminated, the hospital leaders arranged another opportunity to go abroad for further study to other doctors."

He Pengfei took a sip of water and moistened his throat.

"Because of this, Xie Qing made a fuss."

"Later, Xie Qing had a medical accident and tried to blame other colleagues."

"This made the hospital leader furious, saying that he would definitely punish him severely."

"That's it, Xie Qing took sleeping pills!"

Hearing this, Yan Feifan was a little confused.

"Director He, based on what you said, I don't think Xie Qing would commit suicide?"

He Pengfei smiled and said, "Doctor Yan, your feeling is right."

"The Beijing police have concluded an analysis through investigation that Xie Qing did not want to die, and suicide was just a means of his selling misery and asking for forgiveness."

"I didn't expect that things went against my wishes, and he was really dead."

"Director He, please tell me quickly, what's going on?" Yan Feifan was full of curiosity and urged!

He Pengfei smiled again and said, "The investigation of the Beijing police showed that Xie Qing had taken a mortal dose of sleeping pills at five or six o'clock on Sunday morning."

"Originally, at seven or eight o'clock that morning, his colleague who lived with him would come back from the night shift to rest."

"As soon as my colleague came back, he could see his eye-catching suicide note nailed to the refrigerator with magnetic suction."

"It was just that morning that his colleague who lived with him did not come back after the big night shift. He temporarily accepted the invitation and went to the wedding as his boyfriend who was alone."

"Xie Qing also did double insurance. Through the scheduled function, he sent a farewell text message to his ex-girlfriend at 8 o'clock in the morning, and the hospital leader who had admired him before."

"It's just that his girlfriend pulled him on the blacklist, and the hospital leader was undergoing a major operation..."

He Pengfei spread his hands and said, "That's it, when Xie Qing was discovered, his body was already cold."

Yan Feifan didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh, "I will never die if I don't do anything."

After pausing, he turned to ask, "Director He, Officer Zheng Libin was sent to the suburban police station as an instructor, okay?"

He Pengfei chuckled and said, "Instructor Zheng is doing pretty well over there."

"Doctor Yan, although this is a feces for him, it is also a very good opportunity."

"It is a considerable leap to transition from a criminal policeman to a political cadre. As long as you do it well and have enough performance, there is much room for improvement than being a criminal policeman."

Yan Feifan seemed to understand it, but he knew that it was enough for Zheng Libin to be not bad.

He sent Director He out of the office and saw the little nurse Xu Shuang and a ponytail girl with red and swollen eyes running over from the stairs.

"Boss..."

Xu Shuanggang, who came close to him, shouted, and the ponytail girl who came with her bent her knees and thumped in front of Yan Feifan.

"Doctor Yan, please save my dad..."

The ponytail girl looked like this, which made Xu Shuang anxious.

She took the ponytail girl's arm and pulled her up hard, "I won't help you like this."

The ponytail girl finally stood up under the threat of pulling and urging her, and said in tears: "Doctor Yan, I have no choice but to do this."

"Please, please..."

Yan Feifan turned his gaze to Xu Shuang, and saw her say with a embarrassed look: "Boss, her family rented a place with me, so he nodded when he met."

"She just found me suddenly and said that his father had a cerebral hemorrhage and was in the emergency department of our hospital for the brain surgery department."

"She heard from the hospital that you are the best, so she came over and beg me to beg you."

Yan Feifan nodded slightly and reached out and said, "Image picture!"

The girl with a ponytail with tears on her face was stunned and asked, "What image?"

Xu Shuang said with a little regret: "It's the film that your father made with brain bleeding."

"Our boss needs to watch the movie to confirm whether your dad is still saved?"

The ponytail girl burst into tears and said while crying: "I'm anxious and forgot to take it, wow..."

Yan Feifan said helplessly: "Stop crying, I'll go to brain surgery with you..."

After Yan Feifan was escorted by Duan Yu and Feng Jian, he hurried to the brain surgery department with the ponytail girl, but saw a heartbreaking scene.

The girl's father with a ponytail was covered with a white sheet.

Yan Feifan was also sighing as he watched the ponytail girl pounce on her brother's arms and cried bitterly.

At this time, a familiar nurse came to Yan Feifan and lowered her voice and said, "It's almost forty-eight hours, and the patient's family has voluntarily proposed to stop the treatment."

“We had to stop the ventilator…”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan understood in an instant.

Another forty-eight hours.

This is a time requirement for the identification of work-related injuries in my country. If you die within 48 hours due to your own reasons during working hours and work locations, you will be considered an work-related injury.

Those who die more than 48 hours later are not considered to be industrial injuries.
Chapter completed!