He spilled out all the "sins" he could think of in one breath, with an earnest attitude that was almost tearful.
Chief Qiu patiently listened to him finish, his face still expressionless, only asking calmly after he stopped, "Is that all?"
Zhang Lin was stunned, "Huh? Is there... is there more?" He carefully recalled, had he inadvertently committed so more serious mistakes that he was unaware of?
Leaking secrets? Could he have unintentionally leaked secrets?
Chief Qiu did not answer directly but asked a different question, "Dr. Zhang, I heard that you are very familiar with the situation in the institute, especially with Professor Yang Ping’s research group?"
Zhang Lin’s heart tightened again. Sure enough, it ca back to this matter! He quickly waved his hand, "No, no! I’m not familiar! It’s all hearsay and wild guesses! Can’t be taken seriously!"
"Oh? Wild guesses?" Chief Qiu leaned back in his chair, his fingers gently tapping on the desktop, "But the version I heard is that you not only clearly know about the ’soft blockade’ faced by Professor Yang’s research group, but you can also detail the specific thods and states of Jiang Jitong, Liu Yang, Chu Xiaoxiao, Wang Chao, and He Zijian in dealing with the blockade. Even the content of the conversations between Dean Xia and Professor Yang, you seem to experience firsthand."
Chief Qiu’s tone remained calm, but every word hit Zhang Lin’s heart like a hamr. He felt cold sweat starting to break out on his back again. The Security Section indeed lived up to its na; they even had a clear grasp of the things he bragged about in the office!
"This... this..." Zhang Lin stamred, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about how to explain.
"Dr. Zhang," Chief Qiu’s voice turned a bit more serious, "I hope you can tell the truth. So information is still in the internal confidentiality stage and has not been publicly disclosed, such as the specific situation of the targeted blockade on scientific research materials. How did you know about it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin felt slightly relieved. So, it wasn’t about discussing leaders; it was about the source of the information? He let out a small breath but imdiately beca tense again—source of information? He just guessed it! Who would believe that?
Looking at Chief Qiu’s sharp, scrutinizing eyes, Zhang Lin knew he couldn’t get through today without a clear explanation. He gritted his teeth and decided to go for it.
"Chief Qiu, I... I’m telling the truth, I really just guessed, or rather, inferred based on so obvious dynamics," Zhang Lin tried hard to make his voice sound sincere.
"Inferred?" Chief Qiu raised an eyebrow slightly, "Tell , how did you infer it."
Zhang Lin took a deep breath and began to organize his thoughts, "First, during als in the cafeteria, those people usually looked like they were full of energy, but recently they look like wilted eggplants. Liu Yang, who always asks the auntie for extra rice, has cut his portions in half these days. Isn’t that a sign of trouble? Also, Liu Yang has been running to the strain library and the protein purification platform, requisitioning only the most basic culture diums and fillers. This doesn’t make sense—for a cutting-edge research group eager to produce results, how could they suddenly stop using good ’ammunition’? Unless they couldn’t get good ’ammunition’ anymore."
Chief Qiu listened silently, without comnt.
Zhang Lin continued, once he got into his area of expertise in "analysis," he was less nervous, "Second, Chu Xiaoxiao, who used to love to look great, now often has dark circles under her eyes and carries the scent of flow cytoter cleaning solution. She often holds thick volus of raw data record books. Wang Chao and Senior Brother Jiang, who used to shuttle between the laboratory and clinical trials, now frequently go to Nandu Institute of Technology! He Zijian has been completely imrsed in Nandu dical University’s Digital dical Center. Putting together these scattered pieces of information, their frenzy isn’t because the original path doesn’t work anymore, but they’re forced to co up with ’alternative plans’ themselves."
"As for the conversation between Dean Xia and Professor Yang..." Zhang Lin paused, a little embarrassed, "That day I happened to be at the institute to deliver so materials and saw from afar Dean Xia coming out of Professor Yang’s office, his face looked... uh, complicated. Coupling this with previous observations, I guessed that Dean Xia wanted to help but was blocked by Professor Yang for so reason. Given Professor Yang’s personality, he wouldn’t like the leadership to interfere in specific scientific research matters. With his calm deanor, saying ’you don’t understand scientific research’ wouldn’t be surprising. Dean Xia’s self-confident temper wouldn’t look like that without a setback. If he faced a setback, it would only be in this area."
Zhang Lin finished in one breath, secretly observing Chief Qiu’s reaction.
Chief Qiu’s face remained expressionless, but a barely noticeable hint of surprise flickered deep in his eyes. He was silent for a few seconds, his fingers unconsciously continuing to tap on the desktop.
Zhang Lin’s inferences, though so details were supplented with observation and reasonable imagination, had a very clear logical chain, with conclusions alarmingly accurate! He didn’t have insider information, yet by piecing together clues, he almost fully reconstructed the dilemmas and response strategies faced by Professor Yang Ping’s group, even guessing the central idea of high-level dialogues with near accuracy.
This level of observation, analytical skills, and logical reasoning ability erging in a clinical doctor without any professional intelligence training is simply... extraordinary.
The office fell into a brief silence.
Chief Qiu, looking at the young doctor he originally thought was just a "big mouth," felt waves rising in his heart. Having long engaged in security and confidentiality work, he had seen all sorts of people, and he understood well how rare and valuable it was to possess the ability to accurately restore intelligence based on public information. This wasn’t just gossip; it was an almost instinctual and intuitive talent for intelligence analysis.
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