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The two cars came to a smooth stop in front of the provincial hospital.

The group got off the bus one by one.

Shen Zhiyi had already coordinated the resources before leaving home.

After making one phone call, the hospital's green channel was immediately opened.

No need to queue, no need to take a number, no need to squeeze into the crowded outpatient hall.

Hospital staff provided guidance throughout the process.

The various inspections are being carried out in a streamlined manner.

Blood draw.

Whole body CT scan.

Specialized imaging screening.

A complete set of meticulous checks was conducted, leaving no stone unturned, and all arrangements were made in place.

People came and went in the corridor, walking hurriedly.

Zongwen, however, couldn't sit still at all.

He paced back and forth in the corridor, his steps never stopping.

Anxiety is impossible to hide.

Wang Xiaoxia remained on edge throughout the entire process.

It felt like a huge boulder was pressing on my heart, and I dared not relax even for a moment.

Tang Xiaonuan was not idle.

Running back and forth to submit documents, check information, and help with trivial procedures.

Shen Zhiyi stood guard beside everyone.

Maintain stability throughout the entire process and prevent any oversights.

Zhang Yifan leaned against the corridor wall, his hands casually in his pockets.

Purely immersive, just watching the drama unfold.

Everyone in the room seemed preoccupied.

Zongzheng alone delivered a solid performance and maintained a detached mindset.

He acted like a frail, sickly patient the whole time.

Slow movements and a weak demeanor perfectly fit the persona of a seriously ill patient.

They were incredibly cooperative during every examination, obeying orders without question.

Outsiders would only think he was suffering from illness.

No one could detect a trace of acting.

But his inner self is completely different from his outward appearance.

He kept praying silently.

I pray that the final test results will leave him a way out.

Leave a perfect excuse for "misdiagnosis".

Zongzheng had already clearly planned out the subsequent events in his mind.

As long as the test results from a major hospital are all normal.

He simply shifted all the blame to the small hospital he had previously worked at.

They insisted that the other party's equipment was outdated and their medical skills were inadequate, resulting in an incorrect report.

Everyone will be happy then.

With his family at ease, he can completely break free from the militarized convalescent management.

This absurd incident of feigning illness has been completely and perfectly put to rest.

The long wait passed slowly.

For anxious people, every second is an agonizing ordeal.

Before long, all the examinations were completed.

All reports, lab results, and CT scan films are collected and sent to the attending physician.

The group entered the consultation room and quietly gathered around the desk.

No one spoke; everyone held their breath.

The attending physician looked down and flipped through a thick stack of examination data.

Compare the details of each CT image.

Repeatedly check all data indicators.

A few minutes later, the doctor finally raised his head.

His gaze swept over everyone present, and he slowly began to speak.

"After a full set of examinations, no organic diseases were found."

"The body is simply in a sub-healthy state due to long-term overwork and excessive consumption."

"There are very obvious shadows on the lungs, which are most likely traces accumulated from long-term smoking."

"There are no other problems. The only advice is to quit smoking and maintain a regular sleep schedule."

A few short sentences were all it took to land.

The tense atmosphere in the consultation room instantly relaxed.

Zong Wen let out a long breath.

My nerves, which had been tense all night, instantly relaxed completely.

The heart that had been hanging in my throat finally settled back into my stomach.

The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for days suddenly lifted.

But this sense of ease lasted only two seconds.

A deep sense of doubt instantly overwhelmed his thoughts.

Wang Xiaoxia's condition was exactly the same as Zong Wen's.

Upon learning that she was not seriously ill, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But upon reflection, the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

If he wasn't seriously ill, why did the doctor recommend that Lao Zong have the surgery?

How come after undergoing a full set of detailed examinations at the provincial hospital, there was not a single sign of serious illness?

The mother and son exchanged a glance instinctively.

Their eyes were filled with the same confusion.

The barrage of questions was instantly activated.

Zongwen took half a step forward, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Doctor, are you sure there's absolutely no serious problem?"

Wang Xiaoxia followed up with her own words, her tone full of confusion.

"Could it be that the hospital's previous diagnosis... was a misdiagnosis?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor frowned slightly.

He tapped the CT film on the table lightly with his fingertips.

The tone was objective and neutral.

"Misdiagnosis... that possibility cannot be ruled out."

"The limited equipment in primary healthcare institutions makes them prone to errors."

"Which hospital did you have your tests done at?"

"Did you bring the old inspection report? Let me compare it with it so I can pinpoint the problem."

The moment those words were spoken.

The atmosphere in the consultation room instantly became subtle and awkward.

Zongzheng, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly turned completely dark.

The perfect script I had just built in my mind collapsed on the spot.

His original plan was meticulously planned.

If a major hospital finds no problem, he will conveniently shift the blame to a minor hospital for misdiagnosis.

His wife and son will only be pleasantly surprised that he is healthy.

He easily slipped through the cracks, clearing his name of his previous feigned illness.

But he never expected this.

This doctor is so meticulous; he doesn't accept being blamed verbally.

I need the address of the clinic directly, and I need to compare the old reports directly.

This completely blocked his escape route.

Zongzheng roared inwardly.

Old report?

Where did this old report come from!

There was absolutely no misdiagnosis; it was all fabricated out of thin air.

If we continue to investigate and reveal the truth, the truth will be completely exposed immediately.

The worst part is that his son's friends and his girlfriend were also in the audience.

There's even Tang Xiaonuan, who is very likely to become their future daughter-in-law.

The whole room was staring intently at the farce.

If you are caught red-handed faking illness to deceive people.

The prestige he had built up over the decades was completely shattered!

From now on, my status in the family will be completely reset to zero.

Quitting smoking, quitting drinking, and eating a light diet are all minor matters.

From then on, he had no say in anything at home, big or small.

Countless thoughts raced through Zongzheng's mind.

The brain is operating at high speed and overload.

They desperately searched for excuses and frantically looked for ways to save face.

All I want to do is quickly cover up this colossal lie and escape this public humiliation.

Unfortunately, no one at the scene noticed his inner breakdown.

Zongwen was completely unaware of his father's unusual behavior.

He was still carefully recalling all the details.

I'm single-mindedly focused on figuring out which part of the process went wrong.

He suddenly realized something: it seemed that he hadn't seen his father's previous diagnosis report since he returned home!

Tang Xiaonuan is thoughtful and meticulous.

Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently glanced at Zongzheng's face.

I vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Even though I'm perfectly fine and should be relaxing, why is my complexion getting worse and worse?

That gloomy expression didn't seem like relief at all; it was more like panic.

Shen Zhiyi has a more acute sense of observation.

He immediately noticed the panic and stiffness in Zongzheng's eyes.

I instantly guessed about 70-80% of the truth.

Uncle Zong... could he be faking it?

But she wisely kept quiet and observed from the sidelines.

The consultation room fell silent again for a brief moment.

The doctor held his pen, quietly awaiting a reply.

Waiting for the old report, waiting for the name of the hospital I visited.

Unconsciously, everyone's eyes were focused on Zongzheng.

Everyone in the room was waiting for him to explain.

Zongzheng's cunning mind was running wild.

My back was almost soaked with cold sweat.

He had to come up with the perfect excuse within three seconds.

Otherwise, this whole charade of feigning illness will come to an abrupt and tragic end.