A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Waves surge, waves flow, the mighty river never ceases, washing away the affairs of the world, merging into a vast, surging tide..." The phone rang; it was Gu Feng's sturdy and resilient duck.

Gu Feng took out his phone and saw the caller ID. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly pressed the answer button.

This guy never seems to have the habit of answering the phone in private.

"Hello, Dr. Liu," Gu Feng greeted politely.

"...What?" Gu Feng was so shocked by just one sentence that he almost jumped up, nearly losing his voice as he asked, "Miss He is awake?!"

"...Really? That's wonderful!" Gu Feng's face lit up with a joyful smile.

Chu Hanliang was also laughing along with them.

Once He Qiaoqing wakes up, no matter how cunning or stubborn Mao Renxin is, it will all be useless—the truth will soon be revealed.

That's just how things are; when something happens, some people rejoice, and others inevitably cry.

Although Mao Renxin was only crying dryly at this moment, his appearance was ten times more miserable than if he were really crying, his face full of fear and panic.

"Come on, Chu Hanliang, let's go back to the hospital. Dr. Liu said that He Qiaoqing has something to say to us in person." Gu Feng said, pulling Chu Hanliang who was still sitting there.

"Okay! Let me handcuff him first." Chu Hanliang said, taking out handcuffs and walking towards Mao Renxin.

"No! No! It's not my fault! It really isn't my fault! I was forced, I was forced! Don't arrest me! Don't arrest me! I'll confess, I'll confess everything!"

Mao Renxin's stubbornly strong psychological defenses finally collapsed the moment he heard that He Qiaoqing had woken up.

"Hmph, I already told you, I only give you one chance. Now you want to confess? Too late." Chu Hanliang said coldly, snapping open the handcuffs and reaching to lock Mao Renxin's hands. Suddenly, he felt someone gently tug at him from behind. Turning around, he saw Gu Feng.

Chu Hanliang thought he was being urged, so he said, "Don't rush, wait until I handcuff him, then I'll go with you. Damn it, playing dumb with me, I'll definitely sue him for first-degree murder!"

"No!" Mao Renxin let out a desperate scream, sprang up from his chair, and retreated several steps with a speed completely disproportionate to his obese body.

Chu Hanliang instinctively wanted to rush forward, but his steps froze—Mao Renxin had somehow gotten a sharp knife in his hand, which he was now pointing at his carotid artery in a fit of rage.

"Maorenxin! Don't do anything rash!" Chu Hanliang shouted in alarm.

"No!" Mao Renxin screamed in despair.

"Mao Renxin, listen to me! I was just kidding you. I won't falsely accuse you; everything will be handled fairly. Even if... even if you really intended to drug and rape He Qiaoqing, you'll only get a few years at most. When you get out, you'll still be a hero, with plenty of life to enjoy."

Chu Hanliang panicked now.

Mao Renxin's agitated emotions and out-of-control reaction clearly told him that this guy really wanted to die, and he was not joking.

"No! You don't know anything! I can't go to jail, I absolutely can't go to jail! I've already reached the point of no return! If that bitch He Qiaoqing had cooperated obediently, I wouldn't be in this state today!" Mao Renxin roared almost hysterically.

Hearing the commotion, the police officers and family members outside rushed over without even asking any questions, crowding the doorway and windows tightly.

"Husband! What are you doing!" Peng Jingpei's fourth aunt, Peng Wanxian, squeezed through the door and was stunned when she saw Mao Renxin's posture. Then she was about to pounce on him.

"Don't come any closer!" Mao Renxin screamed, tightening his grip on the knife. The blade pierced the skin of his neck, and a stream of blood, like an earthworm, immediately flowed down his neck.

Peng Wanxian froze, tears streaming down her face, crying out, "Husband, don't do anything foolish! The lawyer is here; he can win this case for us. You won't go to jail!"

"Jail?" Mao Renxin grinned, a bitter smile a thousand times more desolate than a cry. "What the hell do you know! Besides spending money, showing off, and flaunting your wealth, what the hell do you know? Do you know where my money comes from? Do you know what I'm going through?!"

Peng Wanxian was completely stunned. She couldn't utter a single word except for tears streaming down her face.

She never really cared about her husband's business dealings.

All she knew was that he was rich, incredibly rich, so rich that she could never squander it all.

"You know nothing, right? Hahaha, fine, fine! At least after I die, you'll be richer than you are now. You can continue being a wealthy wife, even keeping ten or eight gigolos. And my Mao family, because of my sacrifice, will stand strong forever, becoming a truly wealthy family!"

As Mao Renxin spoke, he burst into almost maniacal laughter again. Before the laughter subsided, he did not hesitate and plunged the dagger into his own neck.

With a muffled "plop," blood from the artery on the side of his neck gushed out, splashing onto the white wall a meter away, leaving spots that resembled a tree of flamboyant red plum blossoms.

Since the carotid artery has been severed, there is no need for any rescue efforts.

In just over ten seconds, Mao Renxin went from a living person to a completely dead body.

Everyone watched helplessly as Mao Renxin committed suicide.

However, neither Chu Hanliang, with his exceptional marksmanship, nor Gu Feng, with his lightning-fast reflexes, could stop them in time.

Even if they could make it in time, it would probably be in vain—Gu Feng and Chu Hanliang both clearly felt how strong Mao Renxin's desire to die was at the moment he learned that He Qiaoqing had woken up.

Even if we manage to stop him this time, he'll still die next time.

Looking at Mao Renxin's body, Chu Hanliang felt nothing but regret that the clues had been cut off.

The reason he felt sorry for Mao Renxin was that he died before he could explain things clearly!

It's definitely not something I regret.

Regarding such heinous criminals, Detective Chu has always wisely believed that—one less to lose, and even a few more deaths are not a great loss.

"Master, let's go." This time, it was Chu Hanliang's turn to tug at Gu Feng's clothes.

"Where to?" Gu Feng asked, somewhat dazed.

"Go to the hospital!"

"Why go to the hospital?" Gu Feng asked blankly.

"Of course we're going to find He Qiaoqing. Didn't you say she woke up?"

When Chu Hanliang asked this question, he already had a vague feeling that something was wrong...