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Chapter 256 Nan Zhuren: Warming Wine and Analyzing the Rainbow

Hear this.

The chairman, principal, dean of the cardiology department, and others who had not yet left turned their gaze to Nan Zhuren's face.

Bai Qinghua approached from a distance.

Even the other students, teachers, and representatives from various organizations who had been watching from afar began to gather around.

"[Micro-expression analysis]? You..."

Director Xia hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

To be honest, he didn't believe it.

Nan Zhuren's performance was wonderful.

But at the same time, it's also a clever trick.

Therefore, Director Xia had some concerns about whether he should let this seemingly capable but not very capable, and somewhat annoying young man continue talking.

Nan Zhuren said to himself, "Getting the evidence sooner and taking it back with Lin Lilin will save the police officers a lot of trouble and effort, right?"

"However, if we use micro-expression analysis for on-site questioning, we must at least keep Lin Lilin in a conscious state."

He suggested, "Why don't we try to wake him up first? That way, it will be easier for the officers to take him away later."

Director Xia pondered for a few seconds, feeling as if he had been persuaded.

Whether it's collecting evidence in advance or giving Lin Lilin the ability to act independently.

Director Xia did not reject Nan Zhuren's two proposals.

Now the question is—how do we wake Lin Lilin up?

……

"Let me do it, I'm a doctor."

As the sound faded, Dr. Chen suddenly darted out from the side.

Indeed, many doctors were present today, and they all know first aid.

Director Xia also remembered Dr. Chen, because he had seen Dr. Chen rush to his aid immediately when Dr. Chen fainted on the stage.

Director Xia breathed a sigh of relief, feeling at ease.

He checked the knot on Lin Lilin's back, turned Lin Lilin over, and made room for the doctor.

Everyone looked at Dr. Chen, and then—

Then Dr. Chen took a bottle of mineral water from a student next to him and splashed it directly on Lin Lilin's face.

He then strode forward and straddled Lin Lilin's waist, raising his right hand high.

Snapped!
It's a right-handed slap!

Then--

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand...

The onlookers stared in astonishment, their eyes following Dr. Chen's hand gestures as he darted left and right...

Nan Zhuren blinked, and Huang Xin, who was not far away, was eager to try.

Director Xia widened his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and reached out to stop him.

"Director Xia, um... wait a minute!" Nan Zhuren thought for a moment and then hurriedly said.

"...This doctor is actually the father of the client in the case I just mentioned. He provided most of the information in my report."

Nan Zhuren racked his brains to find the right words: "I think he must have his reasons for doing this. After all, he definitely wants to convict Lin Lilin as soon as possible, and he will definitely make sure Lin Lilin wakes up quickly so he can help us gather evidence..."

I didn't know whether these words were an explanation or a consolation.

Director Xia paused, and actually pulled his outstretched foot back.

He gave a knowing look, the kind that comes with age: "Well... that's true. The doctor must have his reasons for doing this."

"Listen to the professionals."

As he spoke, Director Xia glanced back at Xia Tian, ​​then turned back and stared intently at Lin Lilin.

……

The chairman watched from the side, feeling a bit of pain, but he kept watching anyway.

He was also one of the people who hoped that Lin Lilin could wake up as soon as possible.

"Ugh."

Suddenly, he heard a sigh behind him. Turning around, he saw a group of middle-aged men with remarkably similar appearances and skin conditions.

If I remember correctly, these... seem to be a team sent by the hospital?

"This... doctor?" The chairman quickly identified the man who had just sighed among the group of middle-aged people and tentatively asked, "You seem to know about this Dr. Chen?"

The person deliberately made such a conspicuous sound so close to me to attract my attention; they must be trying to strike up a conversation.

However, it's polite for adults to see through things but not say anything. So the chairman went along with it. The sighing doctor glanced at the chairman, seemingly weighing some pros and cons in his mind.

After a moment of thought, he sighed with emotion, "Old Chen works for us. We've all seen what he's been like over the past year."

"He was so busy with his daughter back then, but she still ended up like this, and he completely broke down. Later, he got into several accidents because of it, and even lost his position as chief physician, being suspended for a period of time... Although I heard that his department tried to help him afterwards, it's said that..."

The doctor lowered his voice: "His daughter jumped right in front of him. He rushed to save her, but couldn't. This must have had a huge impact on him; he was completely devastated and couldn't even get into the operating room..."

"Recently, I heard that they are planning to transfer to second-line logistics..."

The chairman paused for a moment, seemingly understanding why the doctor had been so "talkative".

……

To be fair, Dr. Chen's treatment plan was a bit too radical.

However, Nan Zhuren is right about one thing.

It's like a medical student who stabbed her boyfriend eighteen times, but avoided vital organs with every stab.

Dr. Chen's treatment of Lin Lilin was not arbitrary; he genuinely aimed to "awaken Lin Lilin."

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

After the onlookers had all forgotten how many slaps they had counted.

Lin Lilin finally woke up slowly.

"Wow!" Then another bottle of ice-cold mineral water came right in front of me.

Dr. Chen finally stood up and said coldly, "He's a little dazed since he just woke up. This will help him wake up quickly and cooperate with you."

It seems to be an explanation for his recent behavior.

He then stepped back and gestured "please" to Nan Zhuren.

Director Xia frowned and glanced at the crowd with concern, realizing there were simply too many people.

He suddenly realized that his decision just now seemed a bit hasty.

In an environment where so many people are watching, a member of the public is allowed to interrogate the suspect, especially since this suspect was someone they had just subdued.

Even if the suspect was reported by this member of the public, it is still somewhat against the rules.

At the very least, it's time to move to a more regulated environment...

It's strange, why didn't I think of these concerns just now? It's like what Teacher Nan said makes a lot of sense...

[And what's with this "micro-expression analysis" stuff? I've heard of it, but to think it could be used to extract clues on the spot is just too far-fetched—no, it's downright ridiculous!]

Director Xia felt as if he were in a state of regaining his rationality after it had been suppressed, and his thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

Seeing that Nan Zhuren had just woken up, he immediately began to demonstrate his so-called "micro-expression analysis".

"Teacher... no, Lin Lilin." Nan Zhuren was already ready to begin.

Director Xia reached out, ready to stop him.

"Teacher Nan, Teacher Nan!"

The art student with a black-parted hairstyle and a beautiful face, who was originally in charge of taking photos in the last row of the auditorium, suddenly ran over, shouting all the way.

"Professor Nan, are you going to demonstrate your micro-expression analysis again? May I record it?"

The girl held up her camera: "The arrest of Professor Lin happened so fast that the camera couldn't keep up. Can we film it properly this time...?"

"Nonsense!" Before Nan Zhuren could answer, Director Xia turned around and scolded him without even thinking.

"This is a crime scene, not an academic presentation! Is this a place where you can record videos at will?!"

As soon as Director Xia exuded his high-ranking aura, the girl was so intimidated that she froze on the spot, unable to move.

Director Xia then turned around, looked around, and precisely pointed out several onlookers in the crowd who were about to record the conversation. He sternly ordered them to stop what they were doing, citing interference with official business.

After doing all this, Director Xia finally turned back to Nan Zhuren.

Just as I was about to say something.

"—Okay, I understand."

Then Nan Zhuren nodded, and then turned to Huang Xin: "The password for the USB drive is his birthday, 19******."

Wait, did this scene fast-forward a bit?

Director Xia: "...???"

His body stiffened, and he turned his gaze, only to find that the others around him were looking at Nan Zhuren with a mixture of amazement and bewilderment, like monkeys that had not yet fully evolved seeing their kind crack open a coconut with a stone for the first time.

Director Xia's eyes showed not astonishment, but confusion.

Wait a minute... I just stopped someone from recording, could it have been two minutes?
Has this young man already completed his so-called "micro-expression analysis" this time?

real or fake?

How did you do that?!
(End of this chapter)