Medical Records

After meeting with the Monkey the night before, Lin Feng contacted his henchman, who was a distant relative of a cancer expert in the provincial capital, through his consciousness.

Request that the other party arrange a meeting as soon as possible. The location can be arranged according to the expert's preference, but the timing must be expedited.

The assassin was highly efficient, and the absolute loyalty and social network granted by the system came into play at this moment. Although the kinship ties were not extremely close, they were maintained properly on a regular basis, and the assassin himself had also made some achievements in a certain field, so the other party was quite accommodating.

After the phone call, the expert did not shirk responsibility or act coy, but directly told me that he had some free time the following afternoon and we could meet at a quiet coffee shop near the hospital.

The following afternoon, sunlight streamed through the café's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the gleaming wooden floors. Soft, soothing music filled the air, and the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans created a stark contrast to the disinfectant smell of the hospital.

Lin Feng arrived early and chose a quiet booth by the window. He was still wearing a well-tailored black suit, and although he looked young, the calmness in his eyes seemed out of place with the slightly relaxed atmosphere around him. Lawyer Zhou sat quietly a little behind him, like a silent shadow.

Shortly after, the coffee shop door opened, and the assassin responsible for making the connection walked in first, followed by a middle-aged man in a dark jacket and gold-rimmed Glasses, with a refined demeanor. The man was around fifty years old, with his hair neatly combed and his face displaying the focused and gentle air characteristic of Scholar.

"Mr. Lin," the assassin stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly to Lin Feng, and then introduced him, "This is Professor Liu Mingyuan from the Provincial Cancer Hospital, whom I mentioned to you. He is a leading authority in the field of lymphoma in China."

He then introduced Lin Feng to Professor Liu, saying, "Professor Liu, this is my very good friend, Mr. Lin Feng. His sister has unfortunately been diagnosed with lymphoma, and the situation is somewhat complicated. He hopes you can take a look."

Professor Liu Mingyuan's gaze fell on Lin Feng, seemingly slightly surprised by his youth, but he quickly regained his amiable smile and extended his hand, "Mr. Lin, hello."

Lin Feng stood up, shook hands with Professor Liu with a firm but not too firm grip, and said, "Professor Liu, thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule. Please have a seat."

The two were seated. Lawyer Zhou gestured to the waiter to bring several cups of tea.

Professor Liu didn't waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point, his attitude professional yet gentle, without the airs often seen in some experts. "I've heard Xiaoyu mention your sister's basic situation before. I'd like to get a more detailed understanding today. Did you bring her medical records?"

"I brought it." Lin Feng took a thin folder from Lawyer Zhou and handed it over. Inside were copies of Hou Xiaoya's entire electronic medical record, which Hacker K had secretly copied from Ankang Hospital's internal database using technical means, bypassing multiple access restrictions and log monitoring. The papers even still carried the faint smell of printer toner.

Professor Liu thanked him, took the folder, and opened it.

He examined it very carefully, his fingers tracing lines of text and data on the paper, pausing occasionally and scanning quickly. At first, his expression was just his usual focused one, but as he looked, his neatly trimmed eyebrows unconsciously began to furrow.

The soothing music in the coffee shop continued, but the air in the booth seemed to gradually freeze as Professor Liu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Lin Feng calmly sipped his tea, his gaze fixed on the street scene outside the window, seemingly unhurried. Lawyer Zhou, on the other hand, lowered his eyelids slightly, like an old monk in deep meditation. Only the assassin who had made the introduction seemed slightly nervous, watching Professor Liu's expression closely.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Professor Liu's reading speed slowed down noticeably. He repeatedly flipped through several pages, especially the detailed data sections on blood routine tests, comprehensive biochemistry, and several imaging reports. His fingers tapped heavily on several abnormally fluctuating hormone levels, his lips moving silently, as if he were performing some kind of complex mental calculation or deduction.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, gently closed the medical record, and placed it on the table covered with a dark tablecloth.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed Glasses, his gaze behind the lenses revealing obvious confusion and seriousness, as he looked again at Lin Feng, who sat opposite him, young beyond his years yet possessing a composed demeanor.

"Mr. Lin," Professor Liu's voice was lower than before, with a hint of deliberation, "The patient listed on this medical record, Hou Xiaoya, is your sister, right?"

Lin Feng put down his teacup, met his gaze, and calmly nodded. "Yes."

Professor Liu leaned forward slightly and continued, "Then... if I may be so bold as to ask, how old is your sister this year?"

"Twelve years old," Lin Feng gave the accurate answer.

"Twelve years old..." Professor Liu repeated softly, his brows furrowing suddenly, almost forming a knot. The confusion on his face deepened, even carrying a hint of disbelief.

He paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before slowly speaking, his tone becoming extremely solemn:

"Mr. Lin, it's like this." He pointed to the medical record on the table, "Based solely on the symptoms, signs, and some imaging findings described in this medical record, it is indeed... very consistent with lymphoma, and a typical manifestation of stage three progression."

His tone abruptly shifted, his voice now carrying an undeniable professional authority coupled with deep skepticism:

"But..."

Professor Liu paused here, as if considering his words.

"Based on the key indicators recorded in this medical record—especially these long-term abnormal hormone levels, and the subtle characteristics of the chronic complications mentioned here—in my more than 20 years of clinical experience and research, this set of biochemical indicators and complication spectrum is more common in... middle-aged people around 30 or 40 years old who are under high pressure for a long time, have severe endocrine disorders, and are in a state of continuous overexertion of their physical functions!"

His gaze sharpened as he looked at Lin Feng, emphasizing each word clearly:

"And it shouldn't, and is extremely unlikely, happen to a child who is only twelve years old, whose body's organs are all in a period of rapid growth and development!"

After he finished speaking, the area around the booth fell silent.

The sun still shines brightly outside the window, and the aroma of coffee still wafts through the air.

But Lin Feng's fingers, gripping the teacup, tightened almost imperceptibly. The unfathomable depths of his eyes seemed to be stirred by a cold, Undercurrent.