The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

Liang Zhe holstered his gun, took a step back to his daughter's side, and hugged Tian Tian tightly in his arms.

His large hand, still warm from the gun handle, stroked the back of his daughter's head, pressing her little head against his broad shoulder.

"Be good, don't look."

He didn't want this man's dirty blood to taint his daughter's pure world.

"Speak! Who sent you!"

Song Dazhuang never wasted words with his enemies; he would throw them to the ground and demand an explanation.

Yang Yan was convulsing in pain, gritting his teeth: "Save me... Dean, save me..."

The other medical staff had already retreated far away. Only the hospital director felt sorry for them and looked at Song Dazhuang and Liang Zhe. "Comrades, thank you for finding the suspect. However, he is still bleeding. If he loses too much blood, he may go into shock or even die."

Liang Zhe's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word. This bastard dared to lay a hand on Tian Tian just now. He deserved to die in pain.

Song Dazhuang sneered, "What are you afraid of? I think this kid is tough and won't die from bleeding. You can save him when he's about to die, since he's in your hospital anyway."

"This..." The old dean looked troubled and turned to Dr. Sun for help.

Dr. Sun simply turned away, completely ignoring him.

This kind of person ruined Qian Lao's life-saving medicine; it's already a mercy that he wasn't beaten to death on the spot.

Seeing the soldiers' resolute attitude, the dean dared not persuade them further and turned to Yang Yan: "Yang Yan! Confess now! Who ordered you to do this? Why did you sabotage Professor Qian's medicine?"

Yang Yan gasped in pain, panting heavily, "I...I was acting under orders, it was Huo Liye! He gave me the key to the pharmacy. He told me to crush the medicine and put the dead rat on top. After it was done, he said he'd give me ten jin of flour coupons..."

"Ten jin?" The dean gasped. "You believe that? Are you stupid? Where can you find ten jin of flour these days? You can't find a single jin in our town! You've been used as a pawn!"

Master Zhou angrily said, "Yang Yan, I remember now. A month ago, I had food poisoning and asked Comrade Huo Liye to cover my shift for an hour. Did he secretly make a copy of the pharmacy's key at that time?"

Huo Liye was Yang Yan's mentor, and he usually took good care of him. If the key to the pharmacy had fallen into someone else's hands, it was most likely at that time.

Yang Yan immediately seized the opportunity: "Yes, yes, it was him. He stole medicine from the pharmacy to sell on the black market! Black market drug prices are high now. Huo Liye used to do it on a small scale, but later he thought he wasn't earning enough, so he wanted to get a key made to directly enter the pharmacy and get the goods!"

Liang Zhe sneered, "Even if he wanted to steal the Vitamin C injections, why would he instruct you to spill the rest? Why didn't he do it himself?"

"How would I know? He must not want Professor Qian to receive treatment..."

"How did he know we desperately needed those two doses of medicine to save our lives? Who leaked the information?"

"This..." Yang Yan's eyes darted around, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Dean, it was Commander Liu who personally called Professor Qian to come to the town hospital for treatment, and he also told you privately over the phone what medication he needed. How did Yang Yan and the others know?" Liang Zhe pointed out the key issue incisively.

Master Zhou suddenly realized, "Dean, when you told me this morning that you needed to adjust the Vitamin C dosage, wasn't Yang Yan in the pharmacy? He must have overheard our conversation and that's why he had this malicious intention!"

"No, I didn't!" Yang Yan denied with all his might, despite the excruciating pain.

"The matter is now clear," Liang Zhe said, calmly analyzing the clues. "The dean received a call and informed Master Zhou of the medication needs. Master Zhou checked the inventory and found that there were only two doses left. While everyone was treating Professor Qian, Yang Yan sneaked into the pharmacy to sabotage the medication and then slipped away from the nurses' station. He thought he had gotten away with it."

"The problem now is, where is Huo Liye? Are the two medicines he stole still there?"

The dean immediately ordered the security officer, "At all costs, you must find him and his medicine!"

"Dean, please let me go! I was just confused for a moment. I... I know I was wrong..."

Yang Yan curled up, groaning in pain. Seeing that everyone was about to arrange the arrest of Huo Liye, a look of madness suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he pulled a gun out of his pocket with his left hand!

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Sweetie—

"Go to hell!"

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, Song Dazhuang moved.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on Yang Yan's wrist.

"what!"

The sound of bones cracking immediately followed.

Yang Yan's injuries worsened, and he lost consciousness completely.

Song Dazhuang bent down to pick up the pistol, and after recognizing its model, he sneered, "Good bastard, just as I thought, you're a scumbag who infiltrated our country to cause trouble!"

This is a US-made Walther pistol, and it is definitely not owned by the domestic military.

The dean was so frightened by this dangerous scene that his lips trembled. "No, I never expected that he was actually an enemy agent."

Liang Zhe ordered in a deep voice, "Doctor Sun, don't let him die. Keep him alive; we can still find out who's behind this."

Dr. Sun replied, "Director, this person is from your hospital, you know how to treat them, right? Anesthesia is quite expensive, so save where you can."

The dean's temples throbbed, and he said with a wry smile, "...That makes sense."

Liang Zhe looked at the head of the security department, "Comrade, there's no time to lose, take us to find Huo Liye."

Before the head of the security department could speak, Tian Tian suddenly hugged Liang Zhe's neck and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Daddy, Tian Tian knows where Uncle Gao is."

This is like a godsend!

Song Dazhuang was so excited he almost cheered, "Good boy, quickly lead us to find him!"

The dean stared wide-eyed at Tian Tian, ​​feeling his worldview being utterly shattered: "This...this is too incredible..."

Song Dazhuang glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense. We're just quick-witted. Don't get any ideas."

Seeing his fierce gaze, the dean swallowed the rest of his words.

Dr. Sun whispered in his ear, "Dean, Commander Liu has ordered that anything concerning Tian Tian must not be divulged."

The dean, a veteran revolutionary, immediately understood and nodded, saying, "We know what we're doing and will keep quiet."

Following the direction of Tian Tian's little finger, Liang Zhe picked her up and left the hospital building, heading towards the backyard.

Song Dazhuang, the dean, Master Zhou, and the security personnel followed closely behind.

"We're here to find Huo Liye, why are we still wandering around the hospital?" the hospital director asked, puzzled.

Sweetie pointed to the ground: "Down there, in a cool place, there are lots of iron pipes."

The dean suddenly realized: "Basement! This is an underground storage room converted from an air-raid shelter. It used to be a temporary cold storage! But it's been abandoned for a long time."

"Uncle Gao is sleeping inside," Tian Tian said earnestly. "Yao Yao is with him."

"Dean, there's no time to lose!" Liang Zhe made a decisive decision.

The dean immediately turned around. "Come with me!"

The group quickly crossed the overgrown backyard and arrived at the entrance to a semi-basement building. The iron gate was rusty and had a heavy padlock on it, with a sign next to it that read "No Trespassing."

Song Dazhuang strode forward, reached out and flicked the lock, making a dull thud: "Where's the key?!"

"This..." The dean was stumped. The warehouse had been abandoned for too long, and he really couldn't find the key in a short time.

Without another word, Song Dazhuang drew his pistol from his waist and gave Liang Zhe a wink. The latter instinctively covered Tian Tian's ears.

Then—

"Bang bang bang!"

After three shots, sparks flew everywhere, but the rusty iron lock remained completely still.

"Damn it!" Song Dazhuang roared angrily, turning around. "Guards! Go find explosives! Blow this damn door open!"