The room fell into silence.
Lin Chen took the USB drive and slipped it into his pocket.
"I'll take a look," he said gently. "But not here."
That night, in the silence of the dormitory, he booted up his old laptop — a battered ThinkPad he had since med school.
The USB video was locked behind a 6-digit PIN.
[System scan complete. Clue: Try patient's hospital admission date in reverse.]
He typed: 0823-21 → 210823
Click.
The video loaded.
The screen shook a little — probably a phone hidden under a blanket.
A pale young woman stared into the camera. Her voice was weak but steady.
"My name is Yu Zhen. If you're watching this, I'm probably dead…"
"I was part of a clinical trial. They gave me a drug labeled CX-7B. I told them I was reacting badly, but the doctor said it was just anxiety."
"Then the pain started. I asked to stop. They refused."
"Please… tell my sister… it wasn't natural. Something's wrong here."
The screen turned black.
Lin Chen sat in silence.
This wasn't just a case.
It was murder covered by medicine.
The next day, he took a calculated risk — he posted an edited transcript of the video anonymously on the South China Medical internal staff forum, under the title:
"CX-7B Trial Anomalies: A Death That Wasn't Reported Properly"
Within hours, the post gained 3,000 views. Then 10,000.
Comments exploded.
"Is this real?"
"I was on the same trial team. I remember her!"
"If this is true, someone's going to jail."
Upstairs, panic spread.
Su Wanwan stormed into a conference room, flanked by executives.
"Find the source," the legal chief growled. "Now."
But the IT department had already flagged a potential match.
Intern ID: Lin Chen.
Yet before punishment orders could be issued…
The CEO himself intervened.
"Wait," he said. "This intern… found something our entire R&D oversight missed. Bring him to me."
屋里安静得落针可闻.
林尘将U盘收进口袋,对那位姐姐轻声道:
"我会查的.但...不能在这里."
那一晚,宿舍灯光昏黄,他打开陪伴自己多年的老笔记本,一台半残的ThinkPad.
U盘中的视频,居然被加密了,六位数字密码.
[系统提示:尝试病人入院日期的反向组合.]
他敲下:210823
——视频解锁.
画面一开始晃动厉害,大概是手机藏在病床下.屏幕里,一个面色惨白的年轻女子望着镜头,声音微弱却坚定.
"我叫余珍.如果你看到这个视频,我可能已经死了..."
"我参加了临床试验,药物是CX-7B.我告诉医生我身体出问题了,他们说是焦虑."
"后来开始剧痛.我请求中止,他们拒绝了."
"请告诉我姐姐...我不是自然死亡的.这药有问题."
屏幕一黑.
林尘静静地坐着.
这,不只是事故.
——是用"医疗"掩盖的杀人.
第二天,他冒险将视频内容整理成文字版,匿名发在南华医疗内部员工论坛上,标题为:
"CX-7B试验异常记录:一个被掩盖的死亡"
帖子迅速爆红——
浏览量从3000飙到上万,评论区沸腾:
"真的假的?!"
"我在那组试验里,我记得她!"
"要是真的,怕是要坐牢了..."
高层瞬间震动.
苏婉婉带人冲进会议室,法务头目低吼:
"查IP,查源头,马上!"
IT部门发出预警:
实习生账户:林尘
但还没来得及处分他,CEO亲自出面.
他只是看着论坛里的内容,缓缓开口:
"这个实习生...看出了我们整个R&D监管都没发现的事."
他沉声道:
"把他带来,我要见他."