Special Forces Medic

"If this person isn't Gao Taisheng, then who is he?" Wu Shuang once again had a different perception of Xiao Lin, and she couldn't help but admire his attention to detail and observational skills. For an ordinary person who isn't in law enforcement, Xiao Lin's focus was beneficial, but it was a pity.

"Who he is isn't important. What's important is that we've already found the murderer." Xiao Lin winked at Wu Shuang, feeling very satisfied that he could perceive her admiration towards him—this was something extremely difficult to achieve.

"Why not post a sketch of this person online to catch the culprit?" Xiao Lin suggested to Wu Shuang.

"The problem is, this person is not Gao Taisheng."

"Only we and the killer know that fact." Wu Shuang still found it hard to understand what Xiao Lin meant, so she looked at Lin Zhifang, who nodded at her in agreement. Since the director endorsed it, she had nothing more to say.

"What will be the outcome of doing this?"

"I don't know!"

Once again, this man managed to irritate her, and her previously good impression of him further diminished. Wu Shuang rolled her eyes at Xiao Lin and hurriedly left the director's office; she had much to do and didn't want to spend another minute with this man.

"Thank you, Young Master Xiao." Lin Zhifang gratefully shook Xiao Lin's hand. Such a discovery was truly a breakthrough for him. If left to himself, he would never have noticed such a detail.

"Director Lin, you might start from the painting side, but I have a bold suspect."

"Go ahead," Lin Zhifang replied, becoming more spirited when he heard there was a suspect.

"Poison Dragon!" As soon as Xiao Lin spoke, Lin Zhifang immediately let out a sigh. This hypothesis was not only bold but also absurd.

"Young Master Xiao, that's impossible, isn't it?" Lin Zhifang shook his head. The last crackdown on bandits, weren't the bodies already taken care of? He couldn't help but say, "Didn't Poison Dragon already die at his headquarters?"

"Yes, yes!" Lin Zhifang nodded repeatedly, a hundred, a thousand thoughts running through his mind as he wondered where else he could find support.

"Director Lin, is there any news about Zhang Teng?" Seemingly remembering something, Xiao Lin stopped as he walked to the door.

"Zhang Teng? You mean that fugitive from the Zhang Family?" Lin Zhifang rolled his eyes. He had almost completely forgotten about this person, and now when asked, he really didn't know how to respond.

"Ah, don't worry."

"I..."

Xiao Lin wasn't interested in Lin Zhifang's explanation. Upon leaving the police bureau, the clock on the wall had already struck seven. He felt he had left Lian waiting in the hospital building for too long. He didn't expect so many things to happen upon returning, each with its own hidden intricacies. But what shocked him most was Xiang Fei. According to past conventions, such a person had to be eliminated. Xiao Lin couldn't help but bow his head, hailing a cab at the police station's entrance to head to Yanjing University—a necessity without having a QQ.

On the way, he pondered about how to handle Xiang Fei and Lian. He pinched his forehead with a headache as Poison Dragon began to take action. The person following him was already dead, and their intentions were clearly aimed at him. Therefore, the earlier threat to the Xia Family was likely also from the same group. No, they weren't from the same group because their methods were entirely different.

Xiao Lin lifted his head to gaze out the window, emotions flashing through his eyes before settling into calmness. The campus hospital was just ahead, and these tangled confusions were temporarily set aside. However, the greater trouble before him was Lian!

Lian looked up as if she heard a familiar voice, glancing around until she saw the figure she missed, yet she still sat on the bench, somewhat angry. She had been sitting on this bench for nearly four or five hours, and only now did the culprit appear, still showing such an innocent and harmless smile. But she couldn't really ignore this smile and give him the cold shoulder. Sighing, Lian lowered her head.

"Sorry, I ran into some issues."

Explanations were necessary, especially to a woman waiting; they were imperative. Since meeting Xia Xue, the most important thing he learned was the word 'coax'. From time to time women needed to be coaxed to make life a bit more comfortable, and he learned this quite carefully.

He gently held Lian in his arms, rubbing his face against the top of her head, holding her slightly cold hand in his palm to warm it: "Why so cold? The hospital's heating isn't enough, huh!"

"What happened?" Lian wasn't particularly spoiled; she understood and completely believed Xiao Lin had genuinely encountered something. But still, the heart of a young woman felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Did you get the report?"

Lian shook her head, not caring about the report's importance, even considering not bothering with the check-up after Xiao Lin left. But she still sat there because the consequence of doing otherwise meant Xiao Lin would certainly be furious, and she didn't want him upset.

"Wait for me here." Xiao Lin stood up.

"The doctors are off-duty."

"No problem, I'm also a doctor here, I've got privileges." Xiao Lin patted Lian's head and leisurely headed to the report room, drawing jealous glances from both women and men around him. Xiao Lin didn't care, and neither would Lian.

Getting the report took some time. The delay wasn't his fault but a hassle for other departments, eventually getting it after a roundabout way. Glancing at it, the numbers didn't seem very worrying but hinted at why he was deeply frowning.

"How is it?" Lian eventually went to the report room out of impatience but wasn't expecting to find Xiao Lin leaning against the wall, report in hand, seemingly lost in thought. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)