Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 200 Hua Wanjun

The deliberate approach and the ulterior motives behind the companionship laid the groundwork for that momentary illusion. That instant attraction ruined Sheng Chengcheng's life.

Bai Rushuang couldn't help but shudder: "So, the car accident that killed Sheng Chengcheng's parents wasn't an accident at all, but rather deliberate?"

Chen Jin expressed his doubts: "The investigation report said that the car accident was caused by brake failure, resulting in the destruction of the vehicle and the death of the driver. If the brakes were deliberately damaged, then the on-site investigation would definitely have found clues, but the report did not mention this point."

“That being said, I still feel that Hua Rongchang is inextricably linked to this matter,” Wei Qingsong analyzed slowly.

"Brakes don't suddenly fail. If someone drives regularly, they'll quickly notice the abnormality and get it repaired in time to prevent a disaster. Since Sheng Chengcheng's parents hired Hua Rongchang as their driver, it means they don't usually drive themselves."

“If Hua Rongchang had known in advance that his employer had a private trip and did not need a driver, and had deliberately concealed the fact that the brakes were damaged, then an accident would have occurred naturally, and no one would have suspected him.”

"Of course, this is just my speculation. Only Hua Rongchang himself knows the truth."

Xiao Song had already clenched his fists. Upon hearing this, he stood up with a righteous air: "Then let's go interrogate Hua Rongchang now!"

“No.” Lu Jingming stopped him, slowly raising his eyes. “Before that, we should see Hua Wanjun first.”

Wei Qingsong and he exchanged a knowing glance and nodded in agreement: "That's right. The reason why the Hua family father and son so readily admitted to all their crimes is probably because of Hua Wanjun. She is the bottom line for the Hua family father and son, and also our breakthrough point."

"Retrieve Hua Wanjun's information," Lu Jingming tapped the table and ordered in a deep voice.

"Oh, good!"

Just as Xiao Song was about to turn around, he heard Zheng Xun say slowly, "No need to look anymore."

He paused, then continued, "She's at the Yusen Sanatorium."

“Yusen Sanatorium…” Xiao Song repeated it softly, looking bewildered, then his eyes widened, “A mental hospital?!”

Zheng Xun nodded slowly.

Lu Jingming frowned: "What illness?"

Zheng Xun shrugged, his gaze sweeping across the computer screen: "The name is quite long. What is it? Bipolar Disorder."

Most of the people present had no knowledge of psychology, so they were naturally unfamiliar with the term.

Everyone turned their gaze toward Wei Qingsong in unison.

Wei Qingsong also slowly frowned: "This is tricky. Although bipolar patients have not lost their will, they are not suitable for questioning. We can only find out the situation from the dean first before making any plans."

They originally thought that finding Hua Wanjun would be enough to pry open the mouths of the Hua family father and son, who were as hard as stone.

Unexpectedly, Hua Wanjun was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

However, this seems to make sense.

Judging from the domineering personality that Hua Hengchen developed, it's clear that Hua Rongchang spoiled his children.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs; he was ruthless to the innocent girl at Liyang Hotel, but he cared deeply for his own child.

To ensure his troublesome eldest daughter's safety for the rest of her life, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and silently accept all the accusations.

"Let's not delay, let's set off now." Lu Jingming stood up and looked at Wei Qingsong, "I'll go with you."

"it is good."

Song Zhiyuan also stood up, yawning sleepily and casually rubbing his messy hair.

"Sorry, you two, may I come with you? It's so easy to feel sleepy on a rainy day. I'll just stretch my muscles and maybe I can be of some help."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Song Guifan almost imperceptibly, without lingering.

It's not that he's trying to stretch his muscles; his real intention is to avoid working with Song Guifan.

Wei Qingsong also glanced at him without making a sound.

Song Guifan remained silent, but the veins showing on his clenched fists betrayed his true, unsettled emotions.

Song Zhiyuan was sent by the branch office for exchange and learning, and since he offered to help, Lu Jingming naturally wouldn't refuse.

So the three of them set off together for Yusen Sanatorium.

Today is another day of continuous rain. Under the shroud of gray mist, the old sanatorium standing in the remote suburbs appears somewhat desolate and lonely.

The dean was a kind-looking middle-aged man. After learning the purpose of their visit, he personally received them in his office.

He deftly pulled a brown paper bag from a filing cabinet that covered an entire wall behind him.

He carefully untied the ropes and remarked with emotion, "Our sanatorium, which was built in the early 1990s, is only now beginning to introduce many of the new-era facilities and systems."

"That's why, even though we introduced electronic medical records a few years ago, I still prefer to use these paper records."

He opened the paper bag, carefully placed it aside, and put a thick stack of records on the table.

"Hua Wanjun's medical records over the years are all here."

Lu Jingming picked up the files, casually handed a stack to Wei Qingsong, and asked, "All these years? In other words, she has been ill for many years. Is her illness very serious?"

"It's not that it's serious, but rather that she's a very special patient," the hospital director sighed.

“When she first came to our sanatorium, she was only ten years old. Her father discovered that she had self-harm tendencies, so he sent her here for treatment. She showed signs of recovery during the treatment and was taken home.”

"In less than six months, she self-harmed again and was sent to the nursing home again. After this happened several times, we found that the reason why the child's condition was so unpredictable was because of her family."

Wei Qingsong listened quietly to the dean's explanation, understanding it all.

The cause of her illness stemmed from her family.

When I was three years old, I witnessed my father's violence against my mother.

In the following year, I witnessed firsthand how my mother was imprisoned, tortured, and died.

This would certainly cause profound psychological trauma to a young child.

Hua Rongchang had little formal education and was obsessed with making money, so he had no interest in his children's mental health.

By the time her self-harming behavior was discovered, Hua Wanjun's symptoms were already very severe.

It took nearly an hour to review Hua Wanjun's medical records over the past ten years.

Lu Jingming organized the files and returned them.

The dean meticulously sealed the file back in its original place and put it back in its original location.

Wei Qingsong thought for a moment and asked, "How is Hua Wanjun doing now? Can we go and check on her?"

The hospital director hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Of course you can take a look, but you must not say anything that might upset the patient."

"Of course, don't worry, we know what we're doing," Wei Qingsong replied immediately when he saw that he was willing to agree.

The hospital director had other matters to attend to, so he called a nurse to accompany him throughout the process and gave her a few extra instructions.

Hua Wanjun's ward was at the end of the third floor.

A light drizzle fell, the rain straying into the corridor, where a large puddle of water accumulated in front of the door.

The door was tightly closed, with a small glass window embedded in it, through which one could see what was inside.

Hua Wanjun sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her back to the door, looking up at the window.

The blue and white striped hospital gown was a bit too big, making her figure appear even thinner from behind.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The wide sleeves slipped down to her elbows, revealing her fair skin, which looked somewhat cold in the dim light of the day, making the black wristband on her wrist stand out even more.

Wei Qingsong stared at the black wristband for two seconds, then frowned slightly: "Is she still exhibiting self-destructive behavior?"

(End of this chapter)