129: Chapter 128 The Secret Inside the USB Drive!!

Following the address Luo Yu had given him, Yang Tian found the apartment he rented in a residential area near Yucheng Hospital.

It was a suite with a passcode lock on the front door.

He entered the passcode and went inside.

What met his eyes was a space that was neat, clean, and hygienic.

Two pots of crisp green plants sat on the coffee table in the living room, and the balcony was filled with flowers and greenery.

The personality and mental state of someone who could cultivate such sentiments and hobbies were, for the most part, healthy; it was impossible for them to casually choose the extreme path of suicide.

After glancing around the living room, Yang Tian immediately went to the master bedroom.

In the next second,

He couldn't help but be stunned.

Inside the master bedroom, there were obvious signs of ransacking. The quilt, pillows, and mat on the bed were curled into a messy heap.

The wardrobe by the bed, the computer desk, the suitcase, and every other place capable of holding items had been turned into a chaotic mess.

Furthermore, Luo Yu's computer tower was missing, though the monitor's light was still flashing blue.

Yang Tian's brow furrowed.

Could it be that someone had beaten him to the item Luo Yu mentioned?

If that were the case, things would become complicated.

Following Luo Yu's instructions, Yang Tian opened the bedroom wardrobe and looked at the top shelf.

Sure enough.

A transparent trophy stood there.

He reached out, took the trophy down, and glanced at the words engraved on it.

“Qianzhou Medical College Ideological and Moral Model”

Yang Tian's expression froze for a moment.

Morality and conscience had ultimately driven the man to a dead end, while the villains remained at large, enjoying the pleasure of moral bankruptcy and an affluent life.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully snapped off the base of the trophy.

Thud!

A USB drive fell out from inside.

Yang Tian quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

As he walked out the front door, he scanned the surroundings. Finding nothing unusual, he left the residential area.

--

Yucheng Hospital.

Luo Yu's death immediately drew high attention from the Health Commission.

The Director of the Health Commission required Yucheng Hospital to properly handle the aftermath, fully cooperate with the Public Security Bureau's investigation, and strictly control the escalation of public opinion.

Xie Ming, the President of Yucheng Hospital, immediately convened an emergency meeting in the afternoon to handle the aftermath. All leaders at the department head level and above attended, along with all physicians and leaders at the deputy head level and above from the Gastroenterology Department.

The core of the meeting discussion was only one thing: the issue of compensation for Luo Yu's fall and how much it should be.

After all, Luo Yu had fallen from their hospital building. Even if he had chosen to commit suicide, the hospital would at least receive a disciplinary action for poor supervision.

To prevent the situation from developing in a negative direction, the first priority was to soothe the hearts of the victim's family.

And compensation was undoubtedly the best way.

Xie Ming looked at Gao Shang, the Director of the Gastroenterology Department, and criticized him with a serious face: “Luo Yu was a doctor in your Gastroenterology Department. With such a major incident happening in your department, you, as the director, cannot escape responsibility!”

Gao Shang immediately stated his position: “President, your criticism is correct. I am willing to accept any punishment from the hospital, but...”

“Hmm??”

Everyone in the meeting room looked at Gao Shang with curiosity; they hadn't expected him to actually dare to say 'but'.

Xie Ming looked at him with a displeased expression and asked, “But what?”

“But I hope the hospital can provide as much compensation as possible to Luo Yu's parents, at least enough to let the old couple enjoy their later years in peace.”

Xie Ming: “That is exactly the issue we are discussing now!”

After saying that, he looked at the others. “Everyone, speak up. What amount of compensation would be appropriate?”

Gao Shang immediately glanced at Vice President Yu Zhen. After Yu Zhen gave a slight nod, he looked at President Xie Ming and said, “Calculated according to normal personnel accident compensation and then discounted by thirty percent, what do you all think of five hundred thousand?”

“Five hundred thousand??”

Everyone looked at each other.

“Isn't that too much? This was a suicide, not an accident!”

“Yeah, that's way too much. How could we compensate five hundred thousand?”

“It's absolutely impossible to compensate five hundred thousand. Our annual take-home salary is only about two hundred thousand!”

...

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, anger instantly flared up in Gao Shang. He stood up from his seat and pointed at them, roaring.

“You still think five hundred thousand is too much??”

“Search your consciences, doesn't it hurt?!”

“Which one of you sitting here doesn't earn more than five hundred thousand a year??”

“It's one thing to talk about salary outside, but to talk about it behind closed doors—do you take us for outsiders?”

Gao Shang pointed at the Director of the Cardiovascular Department, who had claimed his salary was only two hundred thousand, and asked: “Do you live off your salary? Every year when procuring equipment, medicine, and supplies, your department takes the lion's share. The kickbacks you take behind the scenes...”

“Ahem!”

Yu Zhen gave a dry cough. Gao Shang stopped immediately, gritting his teeth as he said with great indignation, “This was a living, breathing human life. How is it not worth five hundred thousand?”

Hearing him say this, the voices of opposition significantly quieted down. Seeing this, Xie Ming asked with a cold face, “Five hundred thousand. Does anyone else have an objection??”

The room was silent.

“Since there are no objections, we'll tentatively set it at five hundred thousand!”

Xie Ming looked at Gao Shang.

“You go talk to Luo Yu's parents. As long as they have no objection to Luo Yu's death and go to the public security department to sign and confirm, the finance department will immediately transfer the money to them!”

Gao Shang immediately responded: “Yes, President.”

The meeting ended there.

Gao Shang was called into the office by Vice President Yu Zhen.

“You almost lost your composure at the meeting just now, do you know that?” Yu Zhen said, looking at Gao Shang.

“I know.”

“You're almost fifty years old. Can't you distinguish which occasion and which people are appropriate for what you should and shouldn't say?”

“I understand, Vice President Yu. I was just too agitated. Those bastards actually thought five hundred thousand was too much. They should try having their own sons jump off a building and see!”

“Let's not talk about them. Back to the matter of the compensation.”

Yu Zhen poured a cup of tea for Gao Shang, his expression hardening. “I think five hundred thousand is still too little.”

“I think so too,” Gao Shang replied. “Luo Yu was a graduate student from medical school and still so young. He should have had a bright future.”

Yu Zhen nodded. “How about this: you and I will personally contribute another hundred thousand separately, and then we'll raise another hundred thousand through donations within the department. Once we've gathered eight hundred thousand, you go talk to Luo Yu's parents again.”

Gao Shang nodded, gritting his teeth. “That's the only way!”

--

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Yang Tian knocked on Zhang Jingque's dormitory door.

At this moment, Zhang Jingque was wearing a white, sheer, transparent nightgown.

Her tender, pink skin was faintly visible beneath it.

She had just finished bathing and was using a towel to dry her damp hair.

Upon seeing Yang Tian, her eyes instantly filled with affection, and her whole being became radiant.

“Wait for me a moment. I'll give you a massage after I blow-dry my hair!”

“Okay.”

Yang Tian glanced at the laptop in Zhang Jingque's bedroom.

“Can I borrow your computer for a bit?”

“We're colleagues from the same institute, why talk about borrowing? Just use it.”

[Oh my, why did I almost say we're family? I haven't even confessed to him yet!] — from Zhang Jingque's inner thoughts.

“Hehe.”

Yang Tian walked over to the laptop.

Zhang Jingque went to the mirror on the balcony to start drying her hair.

Yang Tian immediately plugged the USB drive into the laptop. After the data inside was read, he immediately clicked on a folder.

In the next second, he was dumbfounded!