"Why don’t we give it a try?" Zhu Junchi asked tentatively.
Liu Qingming glanced at his watch, "I’m afraid there’s no ti. It’s already been 48 hours. If we continue the interrogation, it will be against the regulations."
Zhu Junchi looked at Lin Yi and Gu Yiran.
"What do you two think?"
"We definitely need to interrogate. Otherwise, this trip would be in vain," Lin Yi said.
"But the problem is, there’s no ti now."
"No worries, I have a way."
"What’s your way?" Su Ying looked at Lin Yi with a defiant expression.
"Just continue the interrogation. What else can we do?"
"But they’re already processing the paperwork, about to leave."
"Each follows their own way, leave this to ."
Su Ying still wanted to say sothing, but she saw four people coming out swaggeringly from inside.
Leading the group was a man in slippers and shorts, disheveled and unkempt.
Lin Yi recognized this person from yesterday; he seed to be called Yang Qingpeng, the leader among them.
As they approached, Yang Qingpeng’s gaze fell on Su Ying.
"I’ve already told you, we’re innocent. You’ve got the wrong people. Make sure to get the facts straight before arresting anyone next ti. If it happens again, we’ll sue you."
"You’re going to sue ?"
"Why not?" Yang Qingpeng said:
"You brought us here for no reason and can’t prove we’ve committed a cri. I suspect you have other motives."
"Brother Yang, let’s not fuss with her. Let’s just let it go this ti."
The one speaking was Yang Qingpeng’s accomplice, nad ng Weigang.
The remaining two were still laughing, completely disregarding Su Ying.
But she was helpless, unable to do anything with them.
"Ladies and gentlen, we’re leaving now. Bye-bye."
Yang Qingpeng swaggered out, stretched lazily at the door, and lit a cigarette, as if taunting them.
Zhu Junchi and the others stood there with stern faces, wishing they could give him a kick.
"Brother Zhu, you all stay here and rest. I’ll go take a look."
"Okay."
With that, Lin Yi followed Yang Qingpeng out.
After leaving the police station, the four of them got a cab and left, and Lin Yi did the sa.
"Driver, follow that car with the license plate SuE1AX45."
"What’s this, a tail job?" the middle-aged driver said.
"You got it."
"I’ll do my best to follow, but if I lose them, don’t bla ."
"I’ll give you an extra 200."
"Buckle up, I’ll make sure to follow them clearly for you."
The driver hit the gas, not holding back at all.
Lin Yi transferred 300 yuan via his phone, so when they arrived at the destination, he could leave directly without wasting ti.
After driving for about twenty minutes, Yang Qingpeng and the others’ car stopped in front of a traditional Chinese dicine clinic.
After getting out of the car, the four of them looked around and then headed towards the clinic.
Lin Yi got out, glanced at the clinic, and noticed a nondescript sign, but with a line of small characters underneath.
"A millennium legacy, the treasure of Mao dicine."
"Even got the Mao dicine involved, who knows if they have fur pants," he quipped before walking into the clinic.
After entering, he found quite a few people inside, the majority being patients waiting for consultation, but Yang Qingpeng and the other three were not in sight.
The cautious Lin Yi looked around, finding no back door, which sowhat set his mind at ease.
"Young man, are you here for a consultation? Get a number from first, then line up at the back."
The speaker, standing beside Lin Yi, was dressed in a Daoist robe, with his hair tied up, looking the part of a Daoist priest.
In front of him was a small naplate with his introduction.
Lin Yi quickly glanced at it.
His na was Zhang Hongde, with the Daoist title Qingfeng, claiming to be the 72nd generation descendant of the Mao Mountain Daoist Ancestor Ge Hong.
Lin Yi smirked; this bragging approach could rival Zhang Youfu.
"I’m not here for treatnt, just need to ask you sothing."
"What is it?" Zhang Hongde asked.
"The four people who just ca in, where did they go?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dehong’s face looked unpleasant, scrutinizing Lin Yi for a while, sensing that this person wasn’t simple.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about and haven’t seen the four people you ntioned. If you have no other business, please leave here and don’t interrupt my consultations."
"You’re not going to tell , huh."
"It’s not that I won’t tell you; I really don’t know and I have many patients. Don’t waste my ti."
Lin Yi was about to say sothing when a middle-aged woman sitting next to him said:
"Doctor Zhang rarely goes out for consultations. If you delay our treatnt, can you take responsibility for that?"
Faced with these oblivious people, Lin Yi also felt a bit at a loss.
"Lady, this guy is a fraud. Can’t you tell?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? He’s a descendant of Mao Mountain, a true Daoist master, and you call him a fraud?"
Others also joined in, siding with the middle-aged woman.
This made Zhang Hongde quite proud.
Without having to lift a finger, these patients could drown the person before him with their saliva.
"Nonsense about being a Daoist master," Lin Yi said:
"Let introduce myself. I’m a Daoist priest from Longhu Mountain Shangqing Palace. Here are my credentials. When it cos to being a legitimate descendant, this guy can’t hold a candle to ."
Seeing the certificate photo on Lin Yi’s phone, everyone was a bit taken aback.
No one expected this handso guy to also be a Daoist priest.
This caught Zhang Hongde off guard as well, but he wasn’t anxious. Instead, he calmly said:
"Are you jealous of my dical skills, so you’re here to cause trouble? I’ll tell you, healing people relies on real talent. With your kind of nonsense, you won’t accomplish anything."
"Then let show you what real skill looks like."
Lin Yi took out another set of credentials.
"I used to be the head of cardiovascular surgery at Huashan Hospital in Zhonghai and am currently the vice president of Huaxia dical Association. If you don’t believe , you can check online. Saying I’m jealous of your dical skills is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?"
Upon learning Lin Yi’s identity, the patients were all quite surprised and took out their phones to verify the authenticity.
"There really is information about this person online, so the identity might not be fake."
People exchanged looks, showing a hint of hesitation in their eyes.
With such an expert standing up, the person in front of them nad Zhang Dehong seed less credible.
"Since an expert vouched for it, let’s leave too. If we end up getting sick, no one will pity us."
In response, and under the lead of one person, other patients also began leaving one after another.
Even the middle-aged woman who had previously confronted Lin Yi left hurriedly.
Seeing this, Zhang Dehong’s face turned extrely ugly, revealing a look of malice.
"Boy, you’re here to wreck my place!"
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