The doctor said, "Many people came before, but I didn't give them the notes. I know what kind of people they are; they don't care about the truth."
Lin Huai Zhou closed the notebook and asked him, "Aren't you afraid that I'm the same?"
The doctor shook his head, his smile tinged with bitterness, "Liu Lipu already is like that. Even if he has the heart, those above won't protect a useless person anymore. If... then I'm just kicking someone when they're down."
He holds bloody evidence in his hands, yet he's never dared to hand it over all these years.
He doesn't know who he can trust; one wrong move and it's all lost.
Lin Huai Zhou put away the notebook and raised his hand to pat the doctor's shoulder, "You're not kicking someone when they're down; you're giving fuel in snowy weather."
The doctor's eyes brightened slightly, "Really?"
"Really."
Lin Huai Zhou nodded and pointed to the ward behind him, "Watch him."
"Okay!"
Lin Huai Zhou left the health center, his brow furrowed.
