Chapter 2: The Sinister Plot

  Song Yuci comes from a family of scholars, specializing in traditional Chinese painting. At just 25 years old, she has already held several solo exhibitions and received numerous awards, earning her the reputation as a beautiful painter in the city. Her father is a renowned scholar teaching at a university and is quite nice to me. Her mother runs a trading company and is very successful, but doesn't think I'm good enough for Yuci. However, Yuci was determined to be with me, so last month we got our certificate and set a wedding date. She moved in with me and now that the rice has been cooked, her mother can only reluctantly accept it, although sometimes she gives me the cold shoulder or makes things difficult for me.

  Those who engage in art often have a lot of worries and are sensitive, Song Yuxi is no exception. She has a beauty with a hint of classical temperament, focusing on art, not very particular about human relationships, and darkness and evil are even more unrelated to her. In my heart, she is the embodiment of a bright and pure angel, like an invaluable perfect porcelain that needs to be protected with life, so I won't tell her about the dirty things I've done before, can't let her worry and trouble for me.

  Her hands and lips wandered over me, gentle, passionate, and proactive. Every inch of her skin was so smooth, tender, and elastic, emitting a warm fragrance, every move she made, even every moan, every tremble, made my soul dance with it.

  We hadn't been living together for long, and the number of times we'd been intimate could be counted on one hand. We were both in a state of extreme curiosity and longing, not unlike a honeymoon. I was intoxicated by the soft, fragrant world, with only infinite love and tenderness in my heart, and all unhappy things seemed to have disappeared. Soon our bodies and minds merged into one, she was trying her best to make me happy, while enjoying herself, I was also doing my best to make her happy, giving and taking at the same time, gentle and violent intertwined, everything was so harmonious and perfect.

  After the storm, we were both satisfied. She curled up in my arms like a kitten, her fingers gently stroking my chest, and soon fell asleep. The dim light of the wall lamp made her beautiful face look even softer, with a peaceful and contented smile, and the dark night was also brightened by her presence.

  After the passion and thorough relaxation, my mind was calmer and more determined than ever before. To protect her from harm and for our eternal happiness, I must break free from their control!

  I don't believe the director was also coerced, he's living a comfortable life, there's no pain or melancholy in his eyes. Thinking about it from start to finish again, the director is clearly one of the masterminds, setting traps for me to jump into from the very beginning. Now he doesn't perform surgeries himself, I'm the one doing bad things, and if this matter is exposed, I'll be the one getting caught, I can't even prove that it was him who wronged me.

  If the director is one of the masterminds, and I have enough evidence to prove his guilt, can I force him to let me go? To be honest, I don't know much about him. He became a director in his thirties, with profound knowledge and elegant demeanor, having good relationships with people in the hospital. If it weren't for my personal experience, who would believe he could do such an evil thing? This shows that he is very deep and hypocritical. Judging from his involvement and organization of the kidney-selling case, his heart is also ruthless enough. If I threaten him, he may have me killed.

  If the director of threats is also useless, I can only seek help from the police and thoroughly eliminate these human trash. Even if I get caught, I am forced to do so, plus reporting has merit should not have to go to jail. I know this approach is risky and may not be able to completely eradicate this tumor, but apart from this, I really don't have any other way out. To protect Jade from harm, for our future happiness, I can only stake it all!

  The next day at noon, after finishing lunch, there were no patients, I went to the director's office, locked the door, and once again told him that I was quitting, trying to get him to talk more about related topics. My phone was in the pocket of my white coat, facing him, with the recording function turned on. As an excellent surgeon, one should be calm and composed, even when faced with a crisis, but at this moment, I still felt a bit tense, with cold sweat on my palms. Fortunately, the topic we were discussing was already making me feel anxious and uneasy, so it was normal for me to appear somewhat tense, and the director didn't suspect anything.

  The director never thought I was recording evidence, speaking without any scruples, advising me to continue doing so, saying there wouldn't be too much risk and the income would be quite substantial. I said I didn't want money anymore, just seeking peace of mind, he also said he was being coerced, deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself. I very bluntly pointed out that this matter was initially planned and controlled by him, until now still providing customer contact information for the underworld, he wasn't being coerced. The director also got angry, his eyes becoming very terrifying, warning me that if I didn't listen to orders, he wouldn't be able to save me either.

  The content of this conversation is enough to prove his guilt, my purpose has been achieved. Pretending to be afraid and yielding, I left his office. I went into the bathroom, plugged in earplugs and listened to the recording again, it was pretty good, very clear. In case my phone had a problem, I sent a copy of the file to my email account.

  Now all I have to do is wait for the next surgery, record the scene where they force me to have surgery, and I'll have enough capital. We'll see how to deal with it at that time.

  It just so happened that before the evening shift was over, the director informed me that there was an operation to be performed tonight and a car would pick me up at the hospital entrance. I secretly rejoiced and sent a message to Song Yuci, telling her not to wait for me for dinner as I had overtime tonight. Soon after, Yuci replied, saying she had nothing to do and planned to go watch a movie with friends, reminding me to eat well for dinner and take care of my body, not to overwork myself.

  After getting off work and walking out of the hospital, I saw my former driver who had picked me up many times before leaning against a tree by the road smoking. He nodded at me when he saw me, threw away his cigarette butt and got into a Toyota parked on the side of the road. I followed him onto the car, he didn't say a word and just drove, I also remained silent.

  My eyelids have started twitching again, and it's been happening on and off for the past three days, making me feel uneasy. Especially now that my work is particularly dangerous, could this be a bad omen? No, I'm a doctor, how can I believe in such superstitions? It must be because of the huge psychological pressure I've been under these past few days, causing my nerves to be on edge and making me anxious.

  I was taken to a small clinic where I had surgery before, today is a kidney transplant operation, and I was assigned an unfamiliar middle-aged doctor as an assistant (kidney transplant is more troublesome, at least two doctors are needed). During the operation, I found that this middle-aged doctor was very experienced, with skilled movements, and fully capable of being the chief surgeon.

  This person may have been deceived like I was at first, but it's also possible that he came voluntarily for the money. There are people watching me from the side, so I don't dare ask too many questions. Before figuring out his background, it's not good to show any attitude either. I'm a bit worried, is it that these underworld people have expanded their business and need more doctors, or do they want this person to replace me? If someone replaces me, will they let me go or kill me to silence me?

  A larger shadow is looming over me, and I must act quickly to record their criminal evidence.

  After finishing the operation, Shao Fu Ti brought takeout and asked us to eat and rest for a while, as there was another operation later. To be honest, I was already very tired and didn't want to do it again, but I couldn't not do it, and I also wanted to find an opportunity to collect evidence.

  At around 9 pm, I was stuffed into the back of a small truck again. The middle-aged doctor did not go with us; only Xiaofu escorted me. Without a doubt, this time it was another illegal kidney removal. They didn't even let me know where we were going, so they used a sealed compartment.

  I carefully sensed the number of times the car turned, estimating which direction it was heading in. Before long, we arrived. When I opened the door, I found myself indoors. The smell of disinfectant was quite strong, suggesting that this was a private clinic, not far from the small hospital we had visited earlier. Based on my memory from just now, it shouldn't be hard to find.

  As I walked forward, I deliberately fell behind and secretly turned on the recording function of my mobile phone. It was still in that room last time, and the young woman lying on the hospital bed was also unconscious, looking very pale.

  I furrowed my brow and asked Smiling Buddha, "How can it be another person in a coma? Forcibly removing someone's kidney like this is against the law, with very serious consequences. I really don't want to do it!"

  "Against the law?" Laughing Buddha burst out laughing, "Don't corrupt officials break the law? Don't doctors who take red envelopes break the law? Don't those who visit prostitutes break the law? Everyone in the world is breaking the law, it's just a matter of whether they get caught. If you don't say anything, nobody will know, what are you afraid of?"

  "Your business is so big, won't it attract police attention? What if something happens to you, I'll also be put in jail! I really don't want to do this!"

  "Haha... Doctor, you're thinking too much. We've been through thick and thin on this path for years, going through countless storms and operations. Haven't we all survived just fine? Stop the nonsense and get to it already! It's all the same whether we do it once or twice, just like a woman who's lost her virginity, what's the point of pretending to be pure anymore?"

  "But it was you who forced me to do it last time!" I said helplessly, starting to prepare for the surgery. I asked casually, "Where did you find these people from? They're all so young and beautiful."

  The smiling Buddha smiled lewdly: "They are all single girls who have just arrived from outside, carefully selected, if they are not beautiful, who would be interested?"

  "I asked: 'They've gone missing and no one suspects anything? After the surgery, will they go to report to the police?'"

  The laughing Buddha patted my shoulder: "I said it's nothing, then it's nothing. These beauties, they were all deceived as soon as they arrived at the train station or bus station, and were first sold to ***, those who weren't *** we brothers played with, and then those who listened were sold to be mistresses, those who didn't listen disappeared. We've done this many times before, never slipped up, now taking a kidney is just extra income. If you can do surgery in other places, cutting off her whole body is no problem, I heard eyes and hearts can also be sold for money..."

  I felt a chill run down my spine. What they did was more heinous than murder and arson, these people should be sent to the eighteenth level of hell!

  I composed myself and told him to wait outside, not wanting him to interfere with my surgery. Xiaofu left, I took out my phone to stop the recording, took a few photos of the girl on the bed, then undressed her to take some evidence of her being raped. With the previous conversation recording and these photos, it was enough already.

  I said to myself: Girl, I'm also forced to do this. If I operate on you, you still have a chance to live. But if they forcibly remove your kidney, you'll lose all hope. It's for your own salvation anyway.

  This is the last time, no matter what I won't do it again!

  The operation was almost done and I was suturing the wound when the door was pushed open and eight of them walked in, saying coldly: "Hand over your mobile phone."