The Poulton Family Head was moved into a ward.
The best wards in this public hospital were on the top floor, and the private rooms offered a comfortable environment.
Hua Jian told Bo Lin to go home and rest, then stayed with him overnight.
In the early hours, Hua Jian received a message.
The people his godfather had put at his disposal had proved useful. Within hours of the accident, they had uncovered suspicious transactions in the drunk truck driver's bank account.
[The truck driver's name is Sun Lian. He's fifty-six and has cancer. His records show he has no more than six months to live. Not long ago, 100,000 was deposited into his account from an overseas account. We traced the payment to an overseas casino, but Sun Lian doesn't even have a passport and has never left the country.]
What followed was basic information about the account and the tangled web of connections behind the casino.
Only when Hua Jian saw a familiar name did he finally feel certain.
His first instinct-that Cui Chengming was behind this-had been right.
One of the casino's former shareholders was Cui Zhao. Not long ago, his name had been replaced with an unfamiliar one, presumably another scapegoat for Cui Chengming.
[Young Master Hua, what should we do next? Please give us your instructions.]
Hua Jian typed: [Submit an anonymous report with the evidence you've found of Cui Chengming's crimes. Find someone with a clean background who doesn't know I exist to do it.]
[Also, the Imperial Capital is hosting a conference. All scrutiny will be tighter. Be extra careful with everything you do.]
The reply came quickly: [Rest assured, Young Master Hua. I'll take care of it.]
Hua Jian turned off his phone, his gaze settling on the elderly man lying in