Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Late at night, in Tong Xiyuan's rented house.

The door of the master bedroom opened, and the man sitting in front of the computer desk had deep eyes. He entered the six-digit password one by one to unlock the computer.

?

Only a fool like Tong Xiyuan would use such a simple password.

When the computer page refreshes, the first thing that catches your eye is the mouth-watering vanilla pudding desktop wallpaper.

Fan He frowned, found the C drive and D drive, and after a quick look, he accurately opened the folder named "Secret".

Then he closed his eyes, leaned back, and enjoyed the recording of the accusations playing in his ears.

It took a long time for the recording to finish playing.

Another document contained the method, time, place and amount of how Tong Baocheng received the red envelope.

Staring at these words, Fan He suddenly thought of the accidental encounter with Tong Xiyuan that weekend. It seems that Xiaodi went to visit the families of these patients that day, and later, Tong Xiyuan also secretly visited other people.

But what was his purpose in looking for these people?

Fan He tapped the table with his fingers, and his mind flashed through the cancer team that Shi Ruoyi and Li Mingzhi had mentioned before, and also the words that came out of Tong Baocheng's room when he came back from the lecture. Suddenly, he raised his lips and smiled.

Tong Xiyuan probably did this to secure an opportunity for Tong Baocheng to become the team leader and secretly eliminate all threats, right?

I wonder how much money I had hidden in that little backpack when I visited the families of these patients to buy their silence.

With this in mind, Fan He moved his fingers and sent all the evidence to his mobile phone. Since you want to continue to be a hypocrite, he doesn't mind tearing off this mask and letting everyone appreciate it.

Next, he cleared all traces of the transferred files, then opened his browser and searched for several medical papers to leave a search history.

After finishing all this, Fan He turned off the computer and returned to the second bedroom. He found the mailbox of the director of the Municipal Hospital and decisively chose the former between sending and not sending.

Soon, the email reminder was sent anonymously successfully.

The next day, Tong Xiyuan moved back to his rental house.

He and 999 were both more careless than each other. Neither of them noticed that their "secret" had been discovered. They were still discussing how to report Tong Baocheng at an appropriate time.

Soon, the opportunity came.

An emergency meeting was held at the Municipal Hospital on Thursday.

Tong Baocheng sat next to the dean, and he and a group of key doctors passed around the red-headed documents approved by the higher authorities.

The dean said, "This is a great opportunity for our hospital, and it is also a great opportunity for Director Tong to show his ambitions. If we are lucky enough to be selected, then the reputation of our hospital will also rise a lot. But——"

He paused and said to Tong Baocheng, "It is also stated in the document that once the research begins, it may be a secret research for four or five years. In order to prevent the leakage of research data, the participants cannot have too much communication with the outside world, and they must live together and cannot see relatives and friends. Director Tong, you are already over sixty this year..."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Baocheng interrupted him, "You are still strong at an old age. As long as you contribute to the country, it doesn't matter if you can't see your family. My two sons will take good care of my wife. But Xiao Yuan still needs everyone to take good care of him in the hospital."

"Of course, Xiao Yuan has potential." The dean nodded and added, "I believe everyone hopes that our hospital will get this opportunity, so in the next period of time, everyone must avoid conflicts between doctors and patients, and strictly abide by disciplines and laws and supervise each other."

The doctors and nurses attending the meeting nodded to show that they understood.

999, who was hiding on the projector in the conference room along the network cable, hurried back to tell Tong Xiyuan that his analysis was very logical. "Since the dean has said so, the doctors and nurses who violated the rules will definitely be severely punished. Yuanbao Yunbao, let's report it immediately, so that Tong Baocheng can't join the research team."

Tong Xiyuan hummed, "I'll send the document when I get home tonight, but do we need to report it to a higher level?"

[No need,] 999 is full of confidence, [The hospital will definitely not protect Tong Baocheng.]

Tong Xiyuan thought so too. The dean was a serious person. When he knew Tong Baocheng's true face, he would be furious and then take the initiative to decline the invitation from the upper management. Who knows, he might even recommend Shi Ruoyi and Li Mingzhi, killing two birds with one stone.

That night, Tong Xiyuan sent a document to the dean's complaint mailbox. He used an anonymous method because 999 said that this kind of thing would not completely deprive Tong Baocheng of the opportunity to do bad things. As Tong Baocheng's nominal son, he could not tear his face and become enemies with Tong Baocheng now, which would only alert the enemy.

Little did he know that before he sent the email, the dean had already seen the one sent by Fan He.

At that time, he was busy responding to the news from his superiors and did not click to read it. Now, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he noticed that there were two identical letters of denunciation in his mailbox.

The dean clicked on it and read the beginning, then his expression changed. He took out his reading glasses and put them on, reading carefully and attentively until two in the morning.

Then the old dean turned off the computer and sat in his study, thinking deeply until dawn.

The next day, as soon as work started, the dean called Dr. Hong, who was in charge of purchasing medicines.

The dean asked politely, "How's your work lately? Are you stressed?"

Doctor Hong shook his head and said with a smile, "Director, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly."

"It's like this," the dean coughed, "I see that you have a good relationship with Director Tong on weekdays. You often go to the cafeteria to eat together, right?"

Doctor Hong nodded. "Have you forgotten? When I first came to the hospital, it was Director Tong who did the regular training for me. Of course, he and I have a good relationship."

Dean: "Oh, I remember now. Um... what do you usually talk about? Has Director Tong ever talked to you about patients or surgeries?"

Doctor Hong frowned, thinking for a long time in silence, and guessed: "Dean, has anyone said something bad about Director Tong? You know, he is old, and sometimes he may be a bit of a teacher, and some young doctors may not like him."

The dean waved his hand and said no, "That's it. Sigh... forget it. You can't tolerate any sand in your eyes. Come and take a look. Is this true or false?"

Doctor Hong heard this and went over. After seeing the contents on his computer, his expression changed instantly. After a long while, he shouted in disbelief, "How is it possible? Director Tong is not that kind of person."

"Yes, I also think it's not him," said the dean, "but the evidence is irrefutable..."

Doctor Hong: "No, no, no, who knows if it's fabricated? Besides, you know, in the past, when ordinary people went to see a doctor, who didn't want to give a red envelope to the doctor? They all wanted the doctor to do his best. Director Tong might have accepted it when he had no choice, so how could he force someone to give it?"

The dean thought so too.

Doctor Hong hinted, "Dean, whether it's true or not, Director Tong can't get into trouble at this critical moment."