Clearing Away and Obsession

Deputy Director Qian's dry "I understand" was like a pebble thrown into a cold tea room; it created ripples but did nothing to melt the coldness on Mr. Wei's face. What he needed was not just "understanding," but thorough and flawless execution.

"Knowing is useless, Old Qian." Mr. Wei leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the rosewood coffee table. His sharp eyes, like searchlights, were fixed on Deputy Director Qian's slightly pale face. "Qin Ming's side needs to be dealt with cleanly. But before that, there are some loose ends you must clear up for me. You can't leave any loose ends that could be traced back to the source."

His tone left no room for argument as he began to meticulously list the hidden evidence of wrongdoing.

"First, there's that Doctor Liu who issued Qin Ming's 'bipolar disorder' diagnosis," Mr. Wei said in a low, sinister voice. "He knows too much. And this kind of relationship, maintained by money and leverage, isn't reliable. Give him enough money to shut him up and get him to 'voluntarily' apply for a transfer, or even go abroad. If he's sensible, give him a way out; if he's not..."

Mr. Wei didn't finish his sentence, but the fleeting glint of cold light in his eyes said it all. Deputy Director Qian felt a chill run down his spine and quickly nodded.

"Secondly, there are the financial traces." Mr. Wei continued his instructions, speaking slowly but clearly, "All financial transactions between the shell company and Zhao Cheng's account, along with related vouchers and electronic records, must be completely destroyed. Both physically and digitally, everything must be wiped clean, making it seem as if it never existed. Also, all approval processes and contract copies for the hospital's purchase of expensive equipment—any paper or electronic documents that could potentially be traced back to inflated prices and the transfer of benefits—must be disposed of."

He paused, then added, "Especially important are the internal registration and matching records involving... 'special resources' (referring to illegal organ sources) and 'VIP clients' (referring to wealthy individuals who purchase organs or receive special services)! They must be wiped clean, as if they never existed!"

As Deputy Director Qian listened, he quickly took notes in his mind, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. These matters involved a wide range of issues, and the operation was quite risky, but he dared not disregard Mr. Wei's orders in any way.

"Finally," Mr. Wei's gaze deepened, "You need to personally talk to those core nurses and caregivers who participated in the 'special surgery' (referring to illegal organ harvesting) and the subsequent 'aftermath' (referring to handling the body and comforting the family). Give them a generous 'bonus' to keep them quiet. Also, find a way to temporarily transfer them away from frontline positions or arrange for them to take leave, to avoid the limelight during this period. If necessary..."

He paused again, a gesture that seemed to carry a heavy weight, and Deputy Director Qian's heart sank. He knew that if these people in the know couldn't be appeased, they would likely face the same "choice" as Doctor Liu.

"In short," Mr. Wei concluded, his tone returning to its previous calm but now even colder, "What I want is absolute cleanliness. Qin Ming has gone mad. All related evidence and insiders must either disappear or shut up. I don't want any negligence to cause unnecessary trouble. Understand?"

"Understood! President Wei, rest assured, I will handle it properly!" Deputy Director Qian quickly pledged his loyalty, trying to mask his inner unease with a firm tone.

However, just as he thought the conversation was about to end and was getting up to deal with these hot potatoes, Mr. Wei suddenly seemed to remember something, paused, and raised his head again.

He looked at Deputy Director Qian, a strange light flashing in his eyes, a light that was a mixture of greed, obsession, and an undeniable possessiveness.

"There's one more thing," Mr. Wei said slowly, his voice not loud, but it instantly made Deputy Director Qian's relaxed nerves tense up again.

"That girl named... Hou Something Ya," Mr. Wei stated the name accurately, though he hadn't seemed to pay much attention to her before, "I need you to bring her back to me."

"Ah?!!"

Deputy Director Qian abruptly raised his head, his face filled with disbelief and shock, as if he had misheard! Things had already escalated to this point, the official report had been released, and Qin Ming had taken the blame and "gone mad," yet Mr. Wei was still obsessed with that girl?! This was utterly insane!

"President Wei... this... Hou Xiaoya has already been transferred to a top-tier provincial hospital! The security there is tight, and the heat hasn't completely died down yet; countless eyes are watching! This... this might be difficult to handle!" Deputy Director Qian blurted out, his voice filled with difficulty and fear. Trying to snatch a Patient from a key provincial hospital who has already been exposed and is under potential police protection? The risk is too great!

Mr. Wei's face instantly darkened, as if he had been offended. He stubbed out the cigar he was playing with in the ashtray with a soft "hiss," reflecting his displeasure.

He raised his head, his gaze like two cold, sharp blades, piercing directly at Deputy Director Qian, his tone carrying an unyielding arrogance and murderous intent:

"Difficult to handle? Just as they managed to take her out of our Ankang Hospital in the first place, you need to find the right people and the right methods to bring her back to me!"

He spoke almost word by word, each word carrying immense weight and a chilling edge.

"Let me tell you, Old Qian," Mr. Wei leaned forward, exuding an immense sense of pressure, "The one who wants her cadaver specimen is my most important partner in Southeast Asia! This 'deal' is related to our resources and channels for at least the next five years! We absolutely cannot afford to lose it!"

"I don't care where she is now! Whether she's at the provincial hospital or the police station! I only care about the results!"

"I need to be seen alive--"

His eyes became incredibly deep and cruel.

"Even if he's dead, we must see his body!"

Deputy Director Qian was so frightened by the undisguised ferocity and obsession in Mr. Wei's eyes that he took a half step back, his face turning ashen. Looking at this man who was willing to do anything for profit and to satisfy the demands of his perverted clients, a chill ran through him.

He knew this wasn't a request, but an ultimatum.