Sometimes, life tells lies as well.

"Don't be like that. Relax, Old Chen. Tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone else, and I definitely won't make fun of you." The girl moved closer with a mischievous smile.

Her smile was sweet, carrying a joy that could brighten anyone's mood.

But in Chen Sheng's eyes, it was nothing but trouble. His face remained expressionless as he turned his head toward the door and called out, "Yu Youxin from Ward 12 has escaped again."

Yu Youxin was the little girl's name.

"Hey, Old Chen, that's not fair!"

Within half a minute, a nurse hurried in and gently escorted the girl back. As she left, she kept turning to look back, cheeks puffed out, her delicate face practically shouting, "You old codger, ambushing me again!"

Chen Sheng merely pushed up his black-framed glasses, maintaining his impassive demeanor, though the curl at his lips betrayed his true feelings.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Almost forgot the main business," he muttered, slapping his forehead and hurrying off to find his bald supervisor.

Yes, to ask about gossip.

Ahem, not gossip—he was going to inquire about the real reason Liu Susu resigned.

Chen Sheng was well-practiced in opening his supervisor's office door, seating himself directly across from him.

His supervisor's full name was Cao Dahuo—a bold-sounding name, yet the man himself bore no resemblance to its spirit. His face was round, his belly protruding like a laughing Buddha, and because of his baldness, he wore hats year-round.

Today, it was a medical cap—emerald green.

When Chen Sheng entered, Cao Dahuo glanced up, recognized him, and promptly returned to flipping through patient records.

But he didn't forget to greet Chen Sheng, "Old Chen, did you take care of that patient's matter?"

"Yes, it's done. The condition should stabilize in a month or two," Chen Sheng replied with his usual cautious phrasing.

"Good, that's good," Cao Dahuo nodded, saying nothing more.

Chen Sheng took the initiative, "What's going on with Liu Susu? Why did the police come looking for me so early? Did she offend someone? I only saw her once last night when I was leaving work!"

"It's nothing new—just the usual affair. She was the one who got involved," Cao Dahuo answered quietly.

Chen Sheng nodded, understanding.

No wonder Liu Susu, who'd been working here without incident, suddenly resigned!

"Is the man Liu Susu got involved with also from our hospital?" Chen Sheng asked knowingly.

Cao Dahuo nodded.

"And is the man's wife someone with a powerful background?" Chen Sheng, feeling like collateral damage, began to speculate.

"Not quite sure, but I heard that doctor is a son-in-law," Cao Dahuo replied, shaking his head slightly.

Chen Sheng indicated he understood and asked no more.

He'd pieced it together in his mind.

He thought the matter was settled, and that the police's visit this morning was simply a warning because he'd seen Liu Susu last night.

It was baffling, but reality is often just that strange.

However, soon Chen Sheng encountered a new patient—someone who had specifically asked for him the very next morning.

"Old Chen, your reputation’s really something!" a fellow doctor remarked, amused after hearing the nurse say so.

"You all go ahead and eat. I'll see the patient," Chen Sheng said immediately.

"Should we bring you something back?"

"No need—I'm not sure how long it'll take. I'll just order delivery myself," Chen Sheng replied, already turning back toward his medical office.

But as soon as he walked in, he froze.

There, standing in the office, was a young woman with short hair. He was stunned because she was one of the two police officers who had knocked on his door early yesterday morning.

But her demeanor was completely different now.

Yesterday morning, she was sharp and efficient, her words crisp and commanding. Now, she appeared dull and vacant, her eyes lifeless, as if her soul had fled.

An odd sense of unease crept in.

But Chen Sheng couldn't pinpoint what exactly was strange, so he went over—after all, he was a doctor.

Beside the short-haired woman stood another lady, likely her mother. Upon seeing Chen Sheng approach, she hurried to ask, "Are you Doctor Chen?"

"Yes, that's me," Chen Sheng nodded, then invited the lady and the short-haired woman to sit. "Could you describe her condition in detail?"

"I... I don't know," the lady said, eyes reddening, on the verge of tears.

Chen Sheng quickly asked, "Was it sudden, just like this?"

"Her colleagues said it was about like that," the lady nodded.

Chen Sheng glanced at the short-haired woman—she remained utterly vacant, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

After confirming she wasn't faking, Chen Sheng said to the lady, "Could you please repeat what her colleagues said? The more details, the better—it'll help my diagnosis."

"Of course, of course," the lady replied, her voice trembling but honest.

"Rongrong is a police officer. She’s been busy with a case lately."

"Her colleagues said that early yesterday morning, Rongrong was investigating a clue related to the case. She seemed to have discovered something. But after finishing her conversation with her colleagues, she suddenly screamed, then fell silent. It frightened them."

"When her colleagues rushed over, they found Rongrong like this."

The lady's words caught in her throat, her sorrow palpable.

Chen Sheng's eyes widened, his heartbeat quickening.

Her account contradicted what he'd learned yesterday.

So who was lying?

Layers of mystery overlapped, leaving Chen Sheng perplexed and uneasy, unable to fathom the purpose of the deception.

He steadied his voice, calmly asking, "As I understand it, police usually investigate clues in pairs. Was it only Miss Rongrong who ended up like this?"

"No, there was another police officer with her, with nearly identical symptoms," the lady answered immediately.

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng asked, "Where is the other officer? Didn’t he come?"

"He was sent to the military hospital."

"Why was Miss Rongrong brought here?" Chen Sheng couldn't help but ask. The military hospital offered far better conditions—even if it wasn't specialized in mental health. By rights, this was a work-related injury; one police officer was sent to the military hospital, so why was the short-haired officer’s family bringing her here?

"It's because, when I mentioned the hospital, Rongrong suddenly spoke your name—she only responded to Doctor Chen," the lady explained.