Chapter 95
Meanwhile, at the Wang family ancestral estate on the outskirts of Beijing.
It was half past three in the morning. The entire estate lay wrapped in the deep night. The lanterns along the corridors glowed dimly like ghost fire, swaying gently in the night wind and casting flickering shadows.
The old locust tree in the courtyard stretched out its uneven branches, its dark silhouette pressed against the ground like countless clawed hands reaching to drag something into the darkness.
The vast living room had no lights on. Only a wall lamp by the entryway cast a faint yellow glow, just enough to reveal the chaos on the floor.
A leather sofa had been knocked over and lay tilted to one side. A crystal ashtray had shattered on the ground, its fragments scattered in all directions, catching the weak light.
A teacup had rolled off the coffee table and onto the floor; tea had soaked a large patch of carpet, the dark stain spreading outward like a blot that would never wash out.
Wang Jinyu knelt before Old Master Wang, panic beyond reason.
He reeked of alcohol. His suit was a wrinkled mess, his tie hanging crooked around his neck, his hair disheveled beyond recognition.
“Dad... Dad! I killed someone in a crash!”
His voice was hoarse enough to crack, thick with sobs. Snot and tears smeared his face. None of his usual arrogance remained; only terror, on the verge of collapse.
He crawled forward on his knees, clutching Old Master Wang’s trouser leg with both hands, shaking like a dead leaf in an autumn wind.
“A family of three... they’re all dead!” Tears streamed down his face; his whole body trembled violently. “Dad, I’m going to jail! I really am going to jail! Save me, please, save me!”
Old Master Wang stood over him.
He wore a dark Tang suit, his back straight as a pine. But the stern face he had worn for decades was now frighteningly livid, the vein at his temple throbbing hard.
He looked down at his son, who was nearly out of his mind on the floor; his chest rose and fell sharply, fury blazing in his eyes.
He had lived through decades of storms. What had he not seen? He had weathered the knives and traps of the business world and the shifting fog of political intrigue.
But at this moment, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.
“What did you say?” The old man’s voice was low, like the prelude to a tiger’s roar. “Say it again.”
“I... I ran someone over while driving.” Wang Jinyu burst into tears, his face a mess. “On Huan Mountain Road, a family car, a family of three, all gone!”
“I... I was scared, so I ran. I fled the scene! Dad, the police will catch me; they’ll execute me!”
Old Master Wang closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, only seething rage remained, burning so hot that his eye sockets had reddened.
“How did you hit them?” he asked, each word forced out through clenched teeth. “Who was in the car? Who were you with?”
Wang Jinyu shuddered all over and dared not hide anything. Trembling, he said, “No... no one. Just me. I... I was drinking with friends tonight, had some foreign liquor, and then... then they made a bet with me.”
“Bet on what?”
“On who could drive back from the club to the ancestral estate first.”
Wang Jinyu’s voice grew more and more panicked. Sniffling, he went on, “Whoever got home first would get two million in cash. I... I was momentarily confused and stepped on the gas.”
“I followed the route they gave me. That road has few cameras, few cars. I thought I could get there faster... who knew, who knew a car suddenly came charging out from the other side. I couldn’t avoid it; I really couldn’t avoid it, Dad!”
Two million.
A bet.
Drunk driving.
A preset route.
Each phrase was like a hammer blow crashing down on Old Master Wang’s heart.
He had lived his whole life and seen every kind of scheme. He had seen backstabbing in the business world and political murder by proxy.
This was no accident.
This was a trap.
Someone had put a knife in his son’s hand and forced him to stab down this catastrophe himself.
“You idiot!”
The roar shook the entire living room.
Old Master Wang raised his hand and slapped Wang Jinyu hard across the face.
Smack.
The crack was sharp and loud. The force was so great it sent Wang Jinyu sprawling sideways onto the floor. Half his face swelled red in an instant, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
“Have you lost your mind?!” the old man thundered, his whole body trembling, his finger stabbing toward his nose. “Drinking, speeding, gambling, hit-and-run... Wang Jinyu, do you think our Wang family isn’t dying fast enough?”
Wang Jinyu clutched his face, stunned for several seconds. The burning pain on his cheek spread, but compared with the fear in his heart, what was this little pain worth?
He immediately cried even harder and crawled over to hug the old man’s leg again. “Dad! I was wrong, I really was wrong! But I was doing it for the family too!”
“For the Chengdong project, for the Wang family! I wanted to make more money, I wanted to help shoulder the burden!”
“Shoulder it?” Old Master Wang gave a cold laugh, his eyes bloodshot as if they might bleed. “You call this shouldering it? This is called seeking death!”
“You’ve been set up!”
“From beginning to end, it was all a scheme! Someone got you drunk, forced you to speed, gave you that route; they wanted you to carry three lives on your back!”
Wang Jinyu froze.
Set up?
A scheme?
He looked up blankly, tears still clinging to his face, eyes full of terror like a beast trapped at the end of the road. “Dad... what are you saying? Who... who set me up?”
“Who?” the old man bit out through clenched teeth, every syllable squeezed from between his teeth. “Who else could it be but the Lu family!”
Wang Jinyu’s face went white as paper.
The blood in his body seemed to freeze at once; even his breathing stopped.
The Lu family.
The family he had always flattered, the family he had depended on, the family he thought could carry him to the heavens.
The family he had drunk countless rounds with, smiled and bowed to countless times.
They had actually dug him such a huge grave behind his back.
“Dad... what do I do?” He was completely panicked now, his voice turning shrill. “I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t want to die, Dad! Save me, you have to save me!”
“I’m the Wang family’s only son, the one who’s supposed to bring honor to the family!”
“What are you panicking for!” Old Master Wang shoved him away fiercely, his voice hard as iron. “One little thing and you’re scared into this state; what disgraceful behavior!”
Wang Jinyu froze, his crying cutting off abruptly.
He lay on the floor, looking up with pleading eyes at his father, as if looking at his last lifeline.
The old man took a deep breath and forced down the fury roiling in his chest. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only cold calculation remained.
He lowered his voice and said slowly, “Remember this. All the cars in the family are under your sister’s name.”
Wang Jinyu’s eyes lit up at once.
Like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, like a dying man seeing a thread of life.
His sister... Wang Manyu.
His sister, who had always yielded to him, who had always borne everything for him.
He seemed to seize the very last straw and came back to life in an instant.
“Yes! My sister!” he blurted out, unable to hide his joy. “The car is my sister’s! Dad, you mean...”
Old Master Wang gave him a cold look.
There was no warmth in the old man’s eyes; only calculation and ruthlessness, as if he were looking at a tool, not his own son.
“You wait here.” He turned and picked up the landline on the table. “I’ll call your sister.”
At four thirty in the morning.
The sky was still pitch-black, not a hint of dawn in sight. Night pressed thick and heavy over the old estate like ink that could not be dissolved.
The iron gates of the Wang family estate were flung open in haste, and a black sedan sped inside. The tires screeched against the ground, tearing through the silence of the night.
The car door opened, and Wang Manyu rushed out.
She was wearing a silk nightgown, with a coat hastily thrown over it; even the buttons were fastened wrong. Her hair was in disarray, her face bare of makeup, her eyes full of panic and fatigue.
The moment she got the call, she had practically sprung out of bed. She hadn’t even had time to put on makeup before rushing over, breaking every red light along the way.
“Dad! What happened? What’s wrong?”
As soon as she entered, her voice was already trembling with tears, her gaze sweeping anxiously over the living room.
And then she saw Wang Jinyu lying on the floor, half-dead, his face streaked with tears, one side of his face swollen high.
“Jinyu!”
Wang Manyu’s expression changed drastically. She screamed and rushed over like a madwoman.
She knelt on the floor and pulled Wang Jinyu into her arms, fumbling all over his face, his arms, his body. Her voice shook beyond recognition. “Jinyu, what happened? Who hit you? Tell Sis, who bullied you?”
Wang Jinyu clung to her and burst into tears.
Grievance, fear, despair; all of it surged up at once. He buried his face in his sister’s arms and cried like a child. “Sis..."
“Enough!” Old Master Wang cut in sharply.
He was shaking with rage, his finger stabbing at Wang Jinyu, his chest heaving violently. “Look at this! Look at this wretch!”
“How did my Wang family end up raising such a useless thing!”
“I’m going to die of anger! I’m really going to die of anger!”
He shouted several times in a row, his voice hoarse, as if he truly had heart pain from fury.
He clutched his chest and panted repeatedly; his face was flushed red, his entire body on the verge of collapse.
Wang Manyu’s heart tightened. She looked up anxiously. “Dad, what exactly happened? Jinyu he..."
“He drove drunk!” Old Master Wang roared, every word bleeding from his throat. “He actually dared to drive drunk!”
“Then he sped on Huan Mountain Road and killed a family of three in a crash! Now they’re dead, he fled the scene, and the police will be here any minute. One investigation and he’s done for!”
“Drunk driving... killed people...”
Wang Manyu stood frozen in place, struck by lightning.
She stared blankly at her brother in her arms, her mind a blank slate, unable to think of anything.
Wang Jinyu... her younger brother, whom she had pampered, protected, and treasured since childhood...
Had actually driven drunk, killed people, and fled.
Three lives.
If he was caught, the lightest sentence would be life imprisonment.
“No... impossible...” Wang Manyu murmured, tears surging up at once and blurring her vision. “Jinyu is so obedient, he wouldn’t do that... Dad, have you made a mistake?”
“Made a mistake?” Old Master Wang gave a cold laugh, his eyes miserable, filled with hatred and pain. “The whole road knows about it now! Cameras, traces, witnesses; everything points to him!”
“Once the police file the case, he’ll be sent to prison, and it’ll be just you and me left in the Wang family!”
“This wretch has cut off our Wang family’s line!”
Wang Jinyu lifted his head at just the right moment from Wang Manyu’s embrace.
Tears shone in his eyes as he looked at his sister, his voice choking with grief, pitiful to the extreme. “Sis, I was wrong, I really was wrong!”
“I regret it so much. I don’t want to go to jail; I don’t want to leave you and Dad with no one to rely on!”
“Dad is old too. I’m the only one who can take care of you in this family. If I go to prison, the only ones left in our family will be you two old and weak ones. I can’t rest easy..."
As he cried, he burrowed deeper into Wang Manyu’s arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck just like he had when he was a child and had been wronged.
He looked utterly pitiful.
Father and son were perfectly in sync; one denounced the wretch, the other cried for mercy. A carefully staged play was being acted out to perfection.
Wang Manyu’s heart sank little by little.
Then it softened little by little.
That was her brother.
The Wang family’s only root.
Ever since she was little, she had been taught to yield to her younger brother, to protect him; everything in the Wang family would belong to him in the future.
As long as he was there, he would protect her from being bullied.
She could not let him go to prison.
Absolutely not.
“Then... then what do we do?” Wang Manyu’s voice shook, tears falling nonstop, her whole body trembling. “Dad, we’ll think of a way. We must have a way, right? We can pay compensation, we can apologize to the victims’ family, we can..."
“It’s too late.” Old Master Wang closed his eyes, his voice heavy with grief, as if he had exhausted every ounce of strength. “The people are already dead; three lives, and the whole internet is watching. Money won’t work, apologies won’t work. The only way now..."
He paused and looked at Wang Manyu, a trace of barely perceptible pressure in his gaze. “The only way is for someone to take the blame for him.”
Wang Manyu froze.
Take the blame.
The words circled in her mind, and she still hadn’t fully reacted.
“Who... who will take the blame for him?” she asked blankly.
Old Master Wang looked at her and said slowly, each word heavy as iron, “The car is under your name.”
Wang Manyu shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning, and went completely rigid.
She jerked her head up at her father. Then she looked down at the brother sobbing weakly in her arms.
So... so this was their plan.
To have her take the blame for Wang Jinyu.
To have her go to jail.
In an instant, she was frozen in place, her whole body cold, as if even her blood had congealed.
And at that very moment, in the corner, Wen Xinjian, who had stood silently the entire time, felt a chill run through him; his face went white as paper.
He stood in the shadows and watched this entire play from beginning to end.
Absurd.
Crazy.
Utterly insane.
Only one thought existed in his mind: no.
Absolutely not.
If this happened, Wen Yan would definitely be dragged into it.
The Wen family had finally managed to have one person climb up to Jin Zijin, break free of the entanglement of in-laws, and live a stable, respectable life.
Once Wang Manyu was caught for drunk driving and hit-and-run, the media would definitely dig up that Wen Yan was her daughter.
By then, Wen Yan’s job, reputation, marriage, future... everything would be ruined.
Even if Jin Zijin protected her, she couldn’t stop a storm of public opinion.
In this generation of the Wen family, Wen Yan was the only promising child. The only one who could let him, as a father, hold his head high in front of the relatives.
He absolutely could not let himself be dragged down by these Wang family lunatics.
Wen Xinjian clenched his fingers so tightly that his palm was covered in cold sweat, his nails nearly digging into his flesh.
He could not let this happen.
Just as his thoughts churned, Wang Jinyu suddenly looked up.
Tears still in his eyes, he looked at Wang Manyu, his voice choked but each word clear. “Sis, you can’t go... If you’re convicted, what about Yan Yan?”
Wang Manyu froze.
“Yan Yan may be married now and a little distant from us, but she’s still a child of the Wen family, your biological daughter!” Wang Jinyu grew more emotional as he spoke, his tears flowing harder. “She married Jin Zijin. If people find out her mother is a murderer, how is she supposed to live?”
“She’ll lose her job, the Jin family will look down on her, and her whole life will be ruined, Sis!”
At those words, Wen Xinjian’s heart tightened.
What a clever move; retreating to advance.
Clearly they were forcing his sister to take the blame, clearly they were sending her to her death, yet they were putting on the guise of thinking of their niece.
Wang Jinyu, that useless thing, truly had a gift for this sort of thing; no wonder Wang Manyu had willingly let him drain her dry for her entire life.
Sure enough, when Wang Manyu heard the words “Wen Yan,” her body trembled, and her tears flowed even harder.
But in her eyes, a trace of resolve slowly appeared.
She lifted her head and looked at Old Master Wang, then at Wang Jinyu.
Her voice was hoarse, yet astonishingly firm. “It’s fine.”
“Yan Yan married Jin Zijin. The Jin family has such great power; they won’t ignore me, her mother.”
“I’m her biological mother. Blood is thicker than water. She can’t just stand by and watch me get into trouble.”
“And besides...”
She turned and looked at Wang Jinyu gently, reaching out to stroke his swollen face, her eyes full of pain.
“You can’t be the one to suffer. I’m your sister. I’m the eldest daughter in this family. This is what I should do.”
Old Master Wang’s eyes reddened.
He stepped forward and embraced Wang Manyu tightly, his voice choking. “Good child! Such a good child!”
“Dad didn’t love you in vain! The Wang family only has you left, only you can be relied on!”
Wang Jinyu also clung to her and cried gratefully, “Sis, thank you, thank you... I’ll be a good person from now on, I’ll definitely avenge you!”
A filthy transaction was thus quietly settled amid this performance of a loving father, dutiful daughter, and deeply bonded siblings.
Wen Xinjian stood in the shadows, cold all over.
Only two words remained in his heart.
Crazy.
They were all crazy.
Wang Manyu was crazy, Old Master Wang was crazy, and Wang Jinyu was beyond saving.
For the sake of one spoiled wastrel, they would sacrifice their own daughter, destroy the whole family, and not care at all about Wen Yan’s future.
He took a deep breath and quietly stepped back.
While no one was paying attention, he took out his phone, his fingers trembling as he sent Wen Yan a message.
The message was very short, only a few lines.
[Yan Yan, run. Your mother is going to take the blame for Wang Jinyu. He drove drunk and killed a family of three; they’re also going to use AI face-swapping and destroy the evidence. Don’t get dragged down. Protect yourself.]
After sending it, he quickly deleted the record and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
Face pale, he said nothing as he left the living room.
And in the center of the room, Old Master Wang had already taken out his phone and dialed an encrypted number.
His voice was cold, devoid of emotion. “Move. All the cameras along Huan Mountain Road, all footage that captured Jinyu, black it out. Replace it. AI face-swap; change the person in the car to Manyu.”
“Do it cleanly. Leave no trace.”
A low response came from the other end.
After hanging up, Old Master Wang looked at Wang Manyu, tears in his eyes. “My poor child. From now on, the one who was driving was you.”
Wang Manyu nodded through tears, her gaze steady. “Mm.”
Wen Xinjian stood to the side, watching their exchange, his heart completely cold.
This family was beyond saving.
——————
When the message arrived, Wen Yan and Jin Zijin were both still awake, curled up under the blanket in each other’s arms, eyes closed in quiet rest.
At that moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated softly.
A message popped up.
Wen Yan opened her eyes and picked up the phone.
The screen lit up; the sender note read: Wen Xinjian.
Her fingers paused. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened it. Several short lines appeared before her eyes.
Wen Yan’s pupils contracted sharply. She froze in place as if struck by lightning. Her blood seemed to congeal in that instant.
Take the blame.
Drunk driving.
Three deaths.
AI face-swap.
Destroying evidence.
Wang Manyu.
For Wang Jinyu.
Her mother.
Was going to take the fall for that bastard brother; the charge of killing people in a hit-and-run.
Crazy.
Had her mother gone crazy?
For Wang Jinyu, she didn’t even want her own life anymore?
Wen Yan’s fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. The phone almost slipped from her palm; she caught it, loosened her grip, then gripped it tight again.
Jin Zijin immediately sensed something was wrong.
She tightened her arms and lowered her head to look at her, her voice instantly taut. “What is it, Yan Yan? Who sent the message?”
Wen Yan said nothing.
She only slowly turned her head and held the phone screen up in front of her.
Jin Zijin lowered her eyes.
Line by line, the words landed clearly in her gaze.
Her face gradually cooled.
Those eyes that had always been warm and lingering were instantly covered in frost. Cold enough to be frightening; cold enough to make one not dare look directly.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees at once.
After a few seconds of silence, Jin Zijin curved her lips into a cold smile, the mockery and ferocity in it utterly undisguised. “Stupid.”
Her voice was icy, each word sharp as a blade quenched in fire. “Utterly, stupid beyond belief.”
“They really think the justice system is child’s play? They really think surveillance, traces, driving data, witness and physical evidence can all be wiped away with one stroke?”
“The Wang family... do they really think they have a Bodhisattva over their heads, so they can act this arrogant and lawless?”
Wen Yan looked at the message and let out a helpless sigh. “Yeah.”
“How can they not see something this obvious?”
“Do they really think I’ll be so blinded by love for my mother that I’ll beg you to clean up her mess?”
Wen Yan genuinely felt helpless; she only thought Wang Manyu was both hateful and pitiable. After a moment’s thought, she said to Jin Zijin, “Don’t worry about my mom for now. Wait until she realizes her sacrifice was worth nothing; then we can pull her out.”
“And the Wang family..."
Wen Yan paused, her expression turning cool. “If they can go bankrupt faster, let them go bankrupt faster.”
She had had enough of this rotten family!
Jin Zijin raised a hand and rested it over hers, soothing her in a warm voice. “I know. Don’t worry too much; do what needs to be done. I know what I’m doing.”
She would absolutely not let the Wang family off!
——————
Gradually, dawn broke.
Night receded, sunrise rose, and the city woke. And then, without a sound, a storm of public opinion swept across the entire internet with explosive force.
Just after seven in the morning, a bombshell news story suddenly shot to the top of every major social platform’s trending list.
#Shocking! Wang Group heir drives drunk, kills a family of three, and flees the scene!#
#Tragic crash on Huan Mountain Road; innocent three-year-old child dies!#
The accompanying photos showed the mangled wreckage at the crash site, the blood on the ground still wet, the flashing lights of the ambulance.
The images were blurred, yet blinding; horrifying, each one like a heavy hammer smashing down on the heart.
In just ten minutes, the reading count had surpassed a hundred million.
The comments exploded instantly.
“The Wang family? The real estate Wang family?”
“Wen Yan’s maternal family? My God, the brother of Wen Yan’s mother?”
“Drunk driving! Fleeing the scene! Killing a family of three! And there was a three-year-old child too! He’s worse than a beast!”
“Three lives! This is outright murder! Just because you’re rich and powerful you can be lawless?”
“Severely punish the killer! He must get the death penalty!”
“Wang Group stocks are going to tank, right? A rotten company like that should have been delisted long ago!”
The public backlash came like a burst dam, surging everywhere in a flood.
Overnight, the Wang family was nailed to the pillar of shame.
And everyone remembered: Wen Yan was a daughter of the Wang family.
Very quickly, eye-searing tags appeared.
#Wen Yan’s maternal family committed murder#
#Wen Yan’s background exposed, wealthy family and cold blood#
#Doctor Wen Yan, family killed a three-year-old child#
Within an hour, all the related terms were exploding.
At noon.
Another bombshell blew the entire internet apart.
#Wang Manyu taken away by police for investigation! The hit-and-run driver is actually her!#
Photos from the scene leaked out.
Wang Manyu, dressed in plain clothes, face pale, wrists cuffed, was escorted by police into a patrol car outside the Wang family ancestral estate. Her head was lowered, long hair covering half her face, her expression unreadable; only her pale neck was visible.
The moment the photos appeared, the whole internet boiled.
“So it was Wang Manyu! Wen Yan’s real mother!”
“A woman who treats lives like dirt! She actually drove and killed a family of three!”
“So vicious! After hitting someone, she still ran? Did she lose her conscience to the dogs?”
“How can Wen Yan have such a mother? Too terrifying!”
“Recommend blacklisting Wen Yan! Someone from a family like that doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!”
The public uproar completely spiraled out of control.
Wen Yan’s name was pushed to the center of the storm again and again.
The tag #Wen Yan get out of the medical field# even surged into the top three trends.
In the hotel room, Wen Yan looked at the phone screen, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Those vicious words, one after another, stabbed into her heart like knives.
She pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Jin Zijin pulled her into her arms and gently patted her back.
By afternoon, the general switchboard of the tertiary hospital where Wen Yan worked had been completely blown up.
Angry netizens, reporters, and self-media accounts called frantically, questioning, cursing, and demanding that the hospital fire Wen Yan.
Dean Wang Fu, under immense pressure, immediately called Jin Zijin.
Once the call connected, Wang Fu’s voice was concerned. “Zijin, how are you and Yan Yan doing? Are you all right?”
“We’re fine, Master; don’t worry.”
“Yan Yan has been with me the whole time. I’m keeping her company.”
Wang Fu immediately understood. “Good, good. During this period, have her avoid looking at her phone. Just relax and enjoy yourselves.”
Jin Zijin hummed in acknowledgment, sweetly asked after her master’s health, and then hung up.
Jin Zijin lifted her gaze to Wen Yan beside her.
Wen Yan sat quietly at her side, holding a cup of warm water. The rising steam blurred her brows and eyes. Her expression was calm, with not much emotion visible.
But Jin Zijin knew she felt awful inside.
She reached out, took Wen Yan’s slightly cool hand, and gently squeezed it. “Upset?”
Wen Yan shook her head and said softly, “Not upset. I just think so many people are being dragged into this... it’s very... absurd.”
“The sins they committed; why should innocent people bear them too?”
Jin Zijin’s eyes darkened. “Soon, you won’t have to bear it.”
Wen Yan looked up at her. “How long will this last?”
Jin Zijin curved her lips into a certain smile. “Not too long.”
“Just a few hours. There’ll be results tonight.”
Wen Yan looked at her confident, assured smile; the unease in her heart also settled. She smiled softly. “Okay. Then I’ll wait for the result.”
——————
Very quickly, it was six in the evening.
An autopsy report stamped with a bright red official seal was suddenly anonymously leaked and went viral across the entire internet.
The report was extraordinarily detailed, down to a shocking degree.
[Victims: Lin, male, 32; Chen, female, 30; Lin, female, 3.]
[Cause of death: multi-organ rupture and craniocerebral injury from vehicle impact.]
[Key conclusion: The two adult victims showed no vital signs upon arrival at the hospital. The three-year-old girl had vital signs when she arrived, but resuscitation failed; she died within one hour of being transported to the hospital.]
[Organ donation: All three victims had signed informed consent forms for organ donation while alive. Their hearts, livers, kidneys, corneas, hematopoietic stem cells... all donated.]
[Special note: For the three-year-old girl, almost all viable organs were removed; no usable tissue remained in the body.]
The final line was a direct stab to the heart.
[Receiving institution for the donations: Hengai Hospital No. 23.]
The moment the report dropped, the internet fell silent.
Immediately after came overwhelming fear and fury.
“They died an hour after being sent to the hospital? Not on the spot?”
“All the organs were donated? Even a three-year-old wasn’t spared?”
“Twenty-Three Hospital... it’s the Lu family’s Twenty-Three Hospital again!”
“Think about it and it’s terrifying! This wasn’t a traffic death at all; they were carved up alive for their organs!”
Almost at the same time, the vehicle technical inspection report also leaked.
[Vehicle submitted for inspection: Hengxing brand family SUV.]
[Inspection conclusion: The vehicle’s intelligent driving system shows signs of offline violent modification and damage. The onboard control unit was illegally tampered with; emergency braking and avoidance functions were forcibly locked.]
[Conclusion: Not a product failure; this was deliberate murder.]
Murder.
That single word slammed heavily into everyone’s hearts.
Under the precise guidance of Jin Zijin’s and Ye Jianlan’s respective teams, the direction of public opinion instantly reversed.
From condemning the Wang family and Wen Yan, it turned completely toward—
#Twenty-Three Hospital organ trafficking#
#Hengai Medical murdered people to harvest organs#
#The Lu family treats lives like dirt#
#It wasn’t an accident; it was a targeted kill#
All the rage, fear, and condemnation surged like tides, wildly flooding toward Hengai Hospital No. 23, toward the dark industrial chain hidden beneath the sunlight.
The Wang family?
Wang Jinyu?
Wang Manyu?
In the face of this horrifying, life-for-material black market of organ murder, they instantly became insignificant.
Everyone forgot about drunk driving, forgot about taking the blame, forgot about AI face-swapping.
All they remembered was this:
A three-year-old child had been sent alive into the hospital, died an hour later, and all her organs had been removed.
And all of it had happened inside Twenty-Three Hospital.