My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

"Don't...don't think like that," Lu Renxin said awkwardly, his voice hoarse. "Losing your life for someone like that isn't worth it at all!"

He felt his words were inadequate; he didn't know how to comfort this sad little girl or how to dispel her despondency and negativity.

Even without the teacher's help, he might still have faced suppression and exclusion.

but--

Even without the teacher's help, he might still have faced suppression and exclusion.

After a moment of silence, Lu Renxin made a decision.

He stood up and took a small metal USB flash drive out of his pocket.

"Here, take this." He handed it over.

Ye Ting looked at him blankly and didn't take it, seemingly wondering why he suddenly gave her a USB drive.

"This is our department's internal data for the past three months, and also a recording of He Ping's meeting this morning."

Lu Renxin's voice was calm: "I copied these down secretly. Actually, this isn't the first time I've taken kickbacks."

"In addition," he cleared his throat, "He Ping also overstated the number of surgical instruments used."

The patient was under anesthesia throughout the surgery and was unaware of whether any instruments were being used.

This phenomenon is more common in some unregulated cosmetic clinics, such as those that perform hyaluronic acid injections, where it is very likely that water is injected instead.

Regular hospitals rarely do this, but He Ping seized this opportunity to instruct his assistants to disassemble unnecessary consumables or disposable instruments for registration and billing.

The items were indeed opened, but they were not actually used on the patients. Instead, they were simply thrown into the trash can, subtly increasing the patients' costs without their knowledge.

"I copied them all secretly." Lu Renxin maintained his handing-out gesture, staring intently at Ye Ting as he said:

"To tell you the truth, I originally planned to send the collected data to the National Health Commission's email address after graduation."

Ye Ting's eyes flickered with shock as she looked at Lu Renxin, seemingly unable to believe that this usually diligent student would do such a thing.

"Since you're prepared to fight to the death," Lu Renxin gently placed the USB drive on the steps beside her, "giving you a copy of these things shows you have some courage to negotiate."

He whispered a reminder: "Death is the easiest thing, but what good will your death do? Will it affect him? Will he feel guilty or regretful? How could that be?"

"He'll just continue to be a good director, make money, and be fawned over."

Perhaps because Lu Renxin's voice was getting louder, the voice-activated light that had just been turned off lit up again. It seemed to have resolved the poor contact issue on its own, and no longer turned off, instead emitting a steady, soft light.

Ye Ting slowly lowered her head, looked at the things on the steps, and then reached out and tightly grasped the cold USB drive.

She raised her head, her eyes resolute, as if she had made up her mind.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice gentle but no longer trembling.

Lu Renxin didn't say anything more, but silently put his hands in his pockets and walked down the steps one by one.

In the stairwell behind them, the white figure was still sitting there, but the oppressive sadness around him had dissipated considerably.

……

Three days later, a person stood on the rooftop of the tallest building in the hospital. The higher the place, the stronger the wind, and the howling wind made Ye Ting's clothes rustle loudly.

At first, only one person noticed: "Look, isn't there someone up there?"

Then more and more people gradually gathered, until the area downstairs was completely surrounded by onlookers: "My God, someone's going to jump! Is there some kind of medical malpractice?"

"Look, look! One of her feet is over the railing!"

……

Everyone was there to watch the spectacle, and the crowd grew larger and larger, with each person's head held high like a chick eagerly waiting to be fed, wanting to know what had happened.

Some smarter people promptly dialed 110 and 119, and police cars and fire trucks quickly arrived.

Looking down at the crowd below, Ye Ting saw them gathered together like ants moving house, and she knew her opportunity had arrived.

So he bent down, picked up a dozen printed instructions from beside his feet, and threw them up in the air, watching them fall under the influence of gravity.

A4 sheets of paper fluttered down like white butterflies.

Lu Renxin, who was mixed in with the crowd, also picked up a piece of paper. Every word was filled with tears and blood, accusing Director He Ping of trying to force students to their deaths.

People nearby asked curiously, "Who is He Ping? He's doing something awful."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look how far this little girl has been pushed."

……

Lu Renxin didn't expect Ye Ting to be so stubborn, and planned to use public opinion to force He Ping to back down.

Although she looks gentle and weak, she is very strong in action.

Everyone can think of a solution, but who is willing to go to such lengths to do it?

If there were so many courageous people, this hospital wouldn't be burying several students' bodies every year.

Many people would rather jump off a building than resist or expose the issue.

Every time Lu Renxin saw news about people who chose suicide due to oppression, he wondered why, if they had the courage to die, they didn't have the courage to tear down the perpetrators.

In the information age, people pull out their phones faster than light, and flashes go off constantly downstairs as people take photos and record videos.

With so many people involved, the news was going to damage the hospital's reputation if it got out in the media. He Ping, the head nurse, and other members of the leadership team rushed over without even changing their clothes.

The firefighter tried to get closer to Ye Ting, but the closer he got, the more agitated she became.

Ye Ting sat on the railing and warned the young man, "Don't come near me. I won't come down until this is resolved."

To ensure Ye Ting's safety, they had no choice but to comply with her request and bring He Ping and others up for communication.

A group of people crowded at the entrance of the passage, facing Ye Ting from fifty meters away.

Standing at the very front, a middle-aged man with an air of authority raised his right hand and said, "Student Ye, I am Dean He. Let's talk things over and discuss anything."

Dean He? Sure enough, you don't notice it when you look at them separately, but when you put them together, you can see that their face shapes and eyebrows are somewhat similar.

At this moment, He Ping stopped putting on airs as a director and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, everything can be discussed."

Looking at the bustling scene, Dean He couldn't help but glare at He Ping, seemingly disgusted by the mess he had made.

Before he arrived, he had a general understanding of the whole story, and he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:

"It's all your fault for causing this mess. I already have a lot of trouble lately, do you think I'm not conspicuous enough already?"

Director He lowered his eyes and quickly curtsied, "Brother, I was wrong. Wasn't this all to cover up that incident?"

"You know, if I don't make an example of someone, the people in Corey, who are full of gossips, won't respect me at all."