nucmednet Chapter 579: Ji people have their own destiny
Chapter 579: Ji people have their own destiny
At the solemn and imposing gate of the Procuratorate, on a bustling street teeming with traffic, a slightly older taxi abruptly pulled to a stop, its engine emitting a rhythmic, low roar.
The taxi driver, a man wearing a peaked cap with the brim pulled down very low, was looking through the half-open window.
He kept looking around, his eyes revealing a cunning and furtive look, closely monitoring every move inside the procuratorate.
His sharp eyes, like a hawk, scanned the crowd and vehicles entering and leaving the procuratorate.
Not long after, a standard vehicle unique to the public security organs slowly and steadily drove out from the procuratorate.
The car looked neat and tidy, and the police badge shone majestically in the sun. The driver took a closer look and saw that it was Mu Xiaoji sitting in the back seat, with Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan sitting next to him.
Seeing this, the man's expression tensed up, and he quickly reached out to press the earphones hidden under his collar, lowered his voice, and reported carefully:
"Boss, the situation has changed. Mu Xiaoji has been taken away by the public security organs. Judging from the situation,
"It's probably not convenient to take action today. He's surrounded by police, and a forced action would likely expose him, making the mission difficult to complete."
There was a brief electric sound in the earphones, followed by the boss's low and unquestionable voice.
The man nodded slightly and responded: "Okay, boss, don't worry. I will continue to pay close attention to Mu Xiaoji's whereabouts.
I will definitely find the right opportunity, complete the task cleanly and efficiently, and never let you down."
After saying that, the man quickly started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi drove away from the door of the procuratorate like an arrow.
The car nimbly weaved through the dense traffic flow, quickly blending into it and gradually disappearing in the crisscrossing and endless sea of cars, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, leaving no trace behind.
In Huo Tingzhong's spacious yet solemn office as the Attorney General, soft light shines evenly on the desk.
Everyone looked solemn and was concentrating on reading the pile of files that Xing Zhongxing had just sent over.
These files are like heavy history books, each page of which carries a secret that may change the fate of many people.
Among them, Nie Zhenhai's confession about his son Nie Lei being tortured to death in prison,
The words are filled with grief, anger and despair, making people feel as if they can see the cruel scenes through the paper.
There is also Song Lan's detailed explanation of the source of the virus infection, as well as the densely packed experimental analysis and testing data. They corroborate each other and prove beyond a doubt that Nie Lei died from the source of the virus in an inhumane live experiment.
Du Haijun stared at the information in his hand, his facial muscles trembling slightly with anger, and he couldn't help but say:
"Attorney General, if such a heinous thing really happened inside the prison, the scope of the implications and the serious impact of this incident are simply unimaginable!
This not only involves dereliction of duty in prison management, but also involves serious illegal and criminal behavior, which may trigger a series of complex social problems and have a huge impact on the credibility of the judiciary.
When Huo Tingzhong heard this, a fierce rage flashed in his eyes. He stood up suddenly and slammed his right fist on the table.
With a loud "bang", the documents on the table trembled slightly. He said in a firm and resolute tone:
"Old Du, without further delay, notify the Procuratorial Supervision Department immediately and launch a secret investigation of the prison's leadership and staff as quickly as possible.
This investigation must be comprehensive, meticulous, and in-depth. No bad apples should be let off the hook. We must get to the bottom of this and give an explanation to the victims and society."
Du Haijun was fully aware of the urgency and seriousness of the matter. He quickly put down the documents in his hand and walked a few steps to the telephone next to the desk.
He skillfully picked up the receiver and quickly dialed the familiar internal phone number. After a short wait, a voice came from the other end of the line. Du Haijun said seriously:
"Hello, is this Lai Chunsheng from the Procuratorial Supervision Team? I'm Du Haijun. Chief Prosecutor Huo has personally issued instructions.
Your department is required to immediately conduct a thorough investigation of all leaders and staff within the Nancheng District Prison.
During the investigation, it is necessary to verify the work records of each of them in detail, especially those related to this incident, and at the same time dig deep to see whether there is any misconduct.
After the investigation is completed, a detailed written report should be compiled as soon as possible and submitted to the Attorney General for review as soon as possible.
Remember, the entire investigation process must be kept strictly confidential, and we must ensure the fairness and rigor of the investigation."
As soon as the words fell, Du Haijun decisively hung up the phone, and the room instantly became quiet.
Only the rapid breathing seemed to tell the heaviness and urgency of the coming storm.
At this moment, in the prison's slightly cramped temporary meeting room, which was filled with medical equipment, the atmosphere was particularly solemn.
Coleman, wearing a clean white coat, stood at the conference table with a focused expression.
His team members were surrounding him, while Scar Kun and a few others were in the observation area next door, and their painful groans could be heard faintly.
Coleman held a test report in his hand. The densely packed data on it seemed like a mysterious code, waiting to be deciphered.
He cleared his throat and said to the team members gathered around him: "The blood sample data analysis and test report for Scar Kun and the others has come out.
After many rounds of comparative analysis and precise testing with professional instruments, I can tell you with certainty that
The data in this report is completely different from other sample data we have collected before.”
Upon hearing this, the team members looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and worry.
Ming Ye was the first to speak: "Different? What's going on? Could it be that there really was a problem with the immune injection you gave them last night?"
There was a tremor in his words, as if he was afraid to face this possible answer.
Tian Dayong frowned and quickly stopped talking, "Alas, how could it be a problem with our medicine?
You know, the same drug was injected into those dozen prisoners last night. And so far,
They are all still in the isolation area, their vital signs are stable, and there are no abnormal conditions."
"Yes, Dayong is right. Why are other people fine after taking the same medicine?" Cheng Jianpeng agreed.
At this time, Lei Tingfeng had a solemn expression on his face, his hands folded across his chest, and he pointed his gaze at Colliweiler and said, "That doesn't rule out the possibility that Mu Xiaoji didn't miss.
After all, he also said that the blood sample analysis and comparison data of Scar Kun and others are indeed different from others."
Coleman quickly stood up and argued, "They are indeed different, but judging from the composition, ratio, and injection process of the medicine, there is no doubt that the same medicine is used.
It’s just…” Before Coleman could finish his words, a sharp phone ring suddenly rang, breaking the tense atmosphere in the conference room.
Coleman hurriedly took out his cell phone from his white coat pocket and took a closer look. The caller ID showed "Mu".
His expression tensed, and he quickly answered the phone, speaking in fluent and concerned English: "Mu, how's the situation over there? Are they giving you any trouble?"
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji was sitting leisurely on the soft and comfortable sofa in the sea view villa. The sunlight shone on him through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, giving him a faint golden glow.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled calmly, "I have returned safely to the Seaview Villa. Listen carefully, all of you. Evacuate the prison immediately. I will wait for you at home."
"What should we do with Scar Kun and the others? Just let them live like this?" Coleville asked anxiously.
"Isolate them separately and give them another injection of the drug. After that, you can lead everyone with peace of mind.
Come back and have a good rest. Everyone has been working so hard during this period." Mu Xiaoji made arrangements in an orderly manner.
"What about the warden's explanation?" Coleman asked again.
"I will call the warden to explain the situation. You should pack up your things and prepare to go home now." Mu Xiaoji said in a firm tone.
"Okay!" Coleman responded decisively and then hung up the phone.
Almost at the same time, the phone in the office of prison warden Li Zhengguo rang rapidly.
He was originally sitting in his office chair, watching everyone's incredible discussion surrounding the abnormal situation of Scar Kun and others.
His thoughts were still immersed in this complicated situation. Unexpectedly, just after Coleville finished answering the call, his own phone rang again.
He looked down and saw that the caller ID was Mu Xiaoji. He quickly reached for the receiver and answered the call hurriedly, "Hello, Mr. Mu, what's the result on your end?"
Mu Xiaoji's voice came through the receiver, calm as water yet carrying a reassuring power:
"It wasn't my fault, so they sent me home. We'd been working so hard for so many days, and everyone was exhausted.
Please arrange to send my expert team members home immediately so that they can have a good rest.
Three days later, I will notify the First People's Hospital and the Central Hospital to conduct another re-examination of the inmate."
"I'm afraid not. Scar Kun and the others are in a very bad condition now and have been struggling in pain!" Li Zhengguo described truthfully with a hint of worry in his tone.
Mu Xiaoji responded decisively: "Don't worry, I have asked Kelaiweiler to inject them with the medicine again.
They will be isolated from the rest of the population and closely monitored. There will be no problem.”
After hearing this, Li Zhengguo nodded slightly in understanding, raised his head and looked at Lei Tingfeng and said, "Send them out!"
Lei Tingfeng looked anxious, took a step forward and said, "Warden, now that they're gone, what will happen to those patients?
The situation is still unclear, and Scar Kun and the others are in critical condition. If any unexpected situation occurs once the team members leave, our prison cannot bear the responsibility!"
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to anxiety.
Li Zhengguo looked solemn. He knew that the situation was tricky, but Mu Xiaoji's words forced him to consider it carefully.
After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand and said with a hint of fatigue but without any doubt: "Go!"
After hearing the warden's decision, Lei Tingfeng was unwilling but had no choice but to obey.
On the other side, after hearing Mu Xiaoji's instructions conveyed by Coleville, the team members' originally nervous and depressed faces showed bright smiles.
"What? President Mu is back home?"
"Ok!"
Yao Xinyue said happily, "I knew he was destined to be a lucky man."
Ming Ye couldn't help but ask: "Everyone, can I come with you?"
Yao Xinyue angrily retorted, "Why are you involved in everything?"
Ming Ye's beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "Wherever there is news, there is me, Ming Ye. Humph..."
Yao Xinyue turned around and said "Tsk" and followed Lei Tingfeng out of the temporary meeting room. A burst of light footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.