With a chuckle, Wang Yan pocketed his phone and watched the hospital staff and patients' families moving through the halls as Wang Shouyi made a call to report the situation.
They were in the inpatient building, in the neurosurgery ward. The victim had suffered a heavy blow to the head, resulting in traumatic brain injury. Compared to other parts of the hospital, the atmosphere here was relatively better—but only relatively. After all, these were people with brain injuries, hospitalized and watching money pour away every day. It was hard for anyone to feel happy.
Wang Yan, however, felt neither sadness nor joy. What occupied his mind was Wang Shouyi's doctor friend, Zhuo Liming. A man whose wife had died of massive hemorrhaging during a difficult childbirth believed the doctors had killed her. He came to the hospital with a knife to take revenge, and Zhuo Liming was stabbed to death while trying to help. This happened after Cao Jianjun received his second-class merit citation.
No matter how Wang Yan thought it over, he could not figure out how to stop it. He did not know the exact date it would happen, and he could not spend every day staking out the hospital. The people of Balihe were eagerly waiting for him to make his rounds. Even though he worked a twenty-four-hour shift every three days, there was no guarantee the incident would happen on one of his duty days.
He could bring in the hospital director and give him a dressing-down. For Wang Yan, dealing with the director of a small Third Hospital would not be difficult. But if he really did that, the director would be rather unjustly blamed.
Setting aside the possibility of malpractice during the delivery, the hospital bore little responsibility for this matter. Medical accidents were