Rebirth of Corrupt Officials

The time when Jiang Xiaochuan handed in the self-examination letter was a coincidence. At this time, the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection came just in time.

Xue Yan suddenly pressed his forehead and seemed a little dizzy. He blinked hard and then said: “Don’t worry about this, I will do it.”

Jiang Xiaochuan, who was feeling relaxed, took a few steps on the spot and looked at Uncle Qiu’s operating room.

The mood that had just relaxed suddenly became heavy again.

If this matter was hyped up by the media, it would definitely become serious again.

He began to feel that all these things were directed at him.

Fu Peng had just hinted that he would end the case earlier, and now that these things have happened, who did this?

Was this really an accident, or was there a planned conspiracy?

This kind of behavior of directly knocking the appellant involved in the case to death was very similar to what gangsters like Rong Shaobai would do.

He was still thinking about how to analyze this matter. The red light in the operating room over there suddenly went out.

Several assistants came out first, followed by the surgeon in isolation clothes. Xue Yan ignored Jiang Xiaochuan and left immediately. After taking a few steps up, he opened his mouth to ask, but saw the indifference on the face of the surgeon and shook his head.

As doctors, they have seen too many deaths on the rescue table and have become numb. So even when they saw the family members of the person who underwent surgery, they could only say,

“I’m sorry and I’m sorry” with a stiff expression.

Xue Yan stood blankly at the door of the operating room, observing the people inside who were busy packing away the instruments. His mind was empty, and he didn’t know what to think.

He was confused now, but also feeling a deep emptiness.

At this moment, he felt like he was in another dimension. It was a really strange feeling. Uncle Qiu was obviously dead, and the blood on the operating table had even fallen to the ground.

Those cold medical instruments stained with blood were put away by pairs of delicate or rough hands, some wiped hastily, put back in the box, and waited to be disinfected.

Everyone’s movements were skillful, expressions calm, faces unfamiliar—it was like a completely unfamiliar world here, and he was a lonely intruder.

With so many people, he was the only one in the game.

Everyone else present was an outsider, and he was the only one trapped in the situation—no, there might be another player standing behind him, unable to move.

Xue Yan walked in slowly.

First, it was Qiu Yi, and now it was Uncle Qiu. What unreasonable things did they do?

First, his son died inexplicably. In order to seek justice for his son, an extremely traditional old man did not hesitate to send his son’s body for autopsy and stood on the top of the highest building to threaten others with his life.

He had already obtained the relevant departments’ promise that the results would be released soon, but now this was happening…

Ha…

This world was really sick.

Jiang Xiaochuan wanted to take two steps forward, but he found that his legs were completely stiff and he could not take a step forward.

This seemingly ordinary traffic accident might bring endless trouble to Jiang Xiaochuan.

The Rong Family’s Club case had not had time to settle down before, but now the father of the victim in the case died in a car accident, which couldn’t help but attract people’s attention.

These things were all directed at Jiang Xiaochuan; he could feel it.

They didn’t want him to investigate the matter—and they didn’t want some of the things Uncle Qiu was holding to be discovered.

Maybe… those lost things were the truth.

Xue Yan’s figure had disappeared into the door. From this angle, Jiang Xiaochuan could see Xue Yan bending down, holding the bloody white cloth, and slowly pulling it away…

He suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore. He didn’t know how his legs gained strength, but he forced himself to walk outside.

The sky above his head remained so blue.

Jiang Xiaochuan’s cellphone vibrated, and he responded slowly, taking a while before answering the call.

“Mayor Jiang, what happened to Qiu Yi’s father was not done by me. I know you might think it was me trying to cover up the matter, but I, Rong Shaobai, would not harm a person. I have a more perfect solution than that.”

Rong Shaobai’s voice sounded distant. Jiang Xiaochuan gazed at the sky and calmly stated, “Uncle Qiu is dead.”

He fell silent, and Rong Shaobai remained quiet for a long time.

Jiang Xiaochuan ended the call. He couldn’t know how Rong Shaobai reacted to the news, nor did he want to.

As the famous words, birds of a feather flock together, and Jiang Xiaochuan understood the kind of person Rong Shaobai was.

Was he that bad? There was no need to say anything. Words wouldn’t be useful. What he needed was evidence.

It didn’t matter whether he was Rong Shaobai or not. What matters was what those people hiding in the darkness would do.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly remembered what he had asked Zhang Qing, Secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection: “Do you regret choosing officialdom?”

Zhang Qing had replied, “I never regret choosing justice.”

At that time, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn’t answer this sentence, but now he felt that he could. Choosing justice was sometimes a very silly thing, but when someone had the determination, he would find that everything was so simple.

Just let him be completely stupid like this for once.

He looked at the call history on his mobile phone, finally pulled out the phone book, looked at a phone number on it, but did not dial it, and put away the phone again.

Now was not the time.

He wanted to see what else these people could do.