Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

He kept talking about "unpredictable risks," "uncertainty in medical research," and "individual differences in targeted drugs."

But he never explained why the cause of death on the child's death certificate was "multiple organ failure" instead of "adverse drug reaction".

Why didn't the research center have her sign any informed consent form before administering the medication?

Why were the child's medical records sealed on the day of death, and even photocopying was not allowed?

She started investigating.

She went to the Municipal Health Bureau to retrieve her child's medical records.

The staff said the files were not with the Health Bureau, but with the Provincial Health Department.

She went to the Provincial Health Department.

The provincial health department said the files were at the research center and told her to go back to the research center to check.

She returned to the research center.

The research center said the files have been handed over to the drug regulatory authorities.

She went to the drug regulatory department.

The drug regulatory authorities said they had not received any relevant files.

A living child died, and his medical records were passed around among four departments for a whole month, with each department saying it wasn't with them.

Li Su finally understood.

This is not a medical malpractice case.

This was premeditated murder.

And someone is covering it up behind the scenes.

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She found someone who was willing to help her.

A pediatric intern at the city hospital, surnamed Cheng, had graduated two years ago and was responsible for her child's initial examination.

Dr. Cheng secretly made a copy of the child's initial examination report and retrieved two other files through the internal system.

"Your child isn't the first to die."

Dr. Cheng's voice was low, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Three months ago, there was one case. Six months ago, there were two cases. All of them had the same gene mutation, were transferred to the same research center, and died in the same way."

He pushed the file in front of Li Sumian.

Three death certificates.

Three babies.

The cause of death was "multiple organ failure".

Li Su's hands were trembling.

"What about the children's families?"

"Two cases involved signing confidentiality agreements, receiving payment, and then remaining silent. One case involves someone preparing to petition, but—"

Dr. Cheng paused.

"It was eventually dropped."

Why?

"Because someone went to talk to that family member. I don't know exactly what they said, but after that family member went back, they burned all the documents."

A chill ran down Li Su's spine.

She realized that she was not facing a research center.

It is a complete chain of interests.

Research centers, pharmaceutical companies, approval departments, regulatory authorities, and hospitals—there are people cooperating at every stage.

Her child was targeted from the moment he was born.

That so-called "genetic testing" is not screening at all.

It's a screening process.

Suitable experimental subjects were selected.

She, a woman from an ordinary working-class family, posed no threat whatsoever in the eyes of these people.

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Li Su did not back down.

She made three copies of the file Dr. Cheng gave her: one she kept at home, one she sent to Zhao Yuan's parents, and one she carried with her.

Then she went to the Discipline Inspection Commission of Shanyang City to report it.

The disciplinary committee received her, accepted the materials, and were very polite.

"Don't worry, we will investigate."

She said the child was murdered.

She said the research center was conducting illegal human experiments.

She said that government officials were protecting her.

The members of the disciplinary committee listened, nodded, took notes, and even poured her a glass of water.

"Please go back and wait for news. We will notify you of any progress."

She waited for three days.

Then four people arrived.

Four men in black suits.

They intercepted her in the stairwell.

"Ms. Li Su, regarding the content of your report, we feel that you may have some misunderstandings. We would like to invite you to the research center for a chat, and Professor Zhou would also like to speak with you in person."

Li Su turned and ran.

But there were people at the entrance of the building.

She was forced into a black minivan by four people.

The car arrived at the research center.

Professor Zhou sat in his office, his expression still very gentle.

"Ms. Li Su, I know you are very sad. But medical research always comes at a price. Your child has contributed to scientific progress, and you should be proud."

Li Su smashed the teacup in his face.

The teacup broke.

Professor Zhou's forehead was cut by a shard of metal, and blood trickled down his brow bone.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped his face with a tissue.

Then he said something to the security guard next to him.

"Lock her in the observation room in the basement. Since she's not cooperating, let her experience the value of our research firsthand."

Li Su was locked in the basement.

There are three observation rooms in the basement, each less than five square meters in size, with no windows, only an iron door and a small window for delivering meals.

There was a man locked up in the observation room next to her.

The man was probably in his forties, skin and bones, with a vacant look in his eyes and drool constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

She later learned that the man was also a test subject.

This is what happened after being injected with some kind of psychotropic drug.

She was kept in the observation room for three days.

For three days, someone brought her food twice a day through the window, but no one spoke to her, no one told her where Zhao Yuan was, and no one told her how Dr. Cheng was doing.

There was a small glass window on the iron gate, through which she could see what was happening in the corridor.

Researchers walk around the corridor every day, wearing white coats, carrying folders, and discussing all sorts of data that she can't understand.

No one glanced in her direction.

On the fourth day, she heard Dr. Cheng scream.

The screams came from a room at the end of the corridor and lasted for more than ten minutes before suddenly stopping.

She never saw Dr. Cheng again after that.

On the sixth day, she met Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was dragged along the corridor.

His face was so swollen she could hardly recognize him; his eyes were split open, his lips were turned upside down, and his nose was crooked to one side.

His eyes met hers.

Then he smiled.

That smile broke Li Su's heart.

He was telling her: It's okay.

Zhao Yuan was also locked in the observation room next door.

That evening, he knocked on the wall, and Li Su also knocked on the wall.

The two communicated in this most primitive way all night long.

The next morning, the sounds of fierce fighting came from Zhao Yuan's observation room.

Then came a dull thud.

Then a gunshot rang out.

Then there was no sound at all.

Li Su has gone mad.

She's really gone mad.

She slammed her head against the iron gate, tearing her scalp and leaving her face covered in blood.

She dug her nails into the cracks in the wall, her nails flipped up, and her fingers were covered in blood.

She screamed and roared, banging on the iron door with all her might.

But the iron gate remained unmoved.

That night, the iron gate opened.

Two people in white coats came in and injected her with a tranquilizer.

Then she was put in a restraint suit and put into an ambulance.

The ambulance took a long time to arrive.

When she was lifted off the car, she saw the gray-white building.

Shanyang City Mental Health Prevention and Treatment Center.