As night fell, the milky white lights covered Rende Hospital with a layer of holiness.

Doctors, the most broad-minded, never distinguish between national borders and races.

Xiao Yuntong checked the condition of several patients, and came to room 302, where a Japanese businessman lived. He had just arrived in China a few days ago, but he was admitted to the hospital due to acclimatization.

Pushing open the door, he saw a forty-year-old middle-aged man closing his eyes and resting. He opened his eyes wide when he heard footsteps.

Seeing Xiao Yuntong, Futian Zhengxiong smiled and said, "Miss Mu, are you here?"

"Futian-kun, do you feel better?"

"Thanks to Miss Xiao's careful care, I am much better." Masahiro Fukuda said sincerely.

"You're welcome, it's our doctor's duty to relieve the pain of the patient." Xiao Yuntong, who was wearing a white coat, took out the medicine bottle, hung it on him, and said, "Futian-kun, be sure to pay attention to food hygiene next time, now it's vomiting caused by intestinal inflammation. , dysentery."

"Got it, Miss Xiao."

After hanging up the potion, Xiao Yuntong pushed the medical cart and walked out.

At midnight, by the moonlight of Xinglang, a shadow came in from the back wall of the hospital, and quickly entered the toilet on the third floor along the sewer on the wall.

After Heiying entered the toilet, he changed into a white coat. Seeing that there was no one around, he pulled the medical cart placed in the corridor and walked towards Room 302.

Looking at the two guards in black tights at the door, the man in black was about to enter, but was stopped by one of the guards. "Wait, this one just went away, why did it come again?"

"Routine inspection." The man was about to lift his foot when another Japanese guard said in Japanese, "Not good."

The man seemed to understand Japanese, and when he raised his hand, he quickly knocked Kanwei down. The man next to him had no time to react, and was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow.

The unconscious Masao Fukuda, who was lying leisurely in the bed, saw a stranger come in, and asked reflexively, "Who are you?"

The man in black replied, "I am a Chinese."

"What are you going to do?"

"Come and take your dog's life!" The man quickly pulled out a pistol. Fukuda Masao, who was aware of the danger, just wanted to shout, but a bullet easily flew into his left chest. Blood, suddenly dyed red, snow-white sheets. Suddenly the hospital became a mess. Many patients and their families fled the hospital. The man also ran out.

Hearing gunshots upstairs, Xiao Yuntong hurried upstairs, she just wanted to know if anyone was injured? Are their lives threatened?

As soon as they walked into the corridor, they saw two guards in black fell to the ground. She trotted forward, flipping the body of one of the men, and found that there was still warm pulse in her nostrils, and she was immediately carried into the emergency room. Touching one of them again, but there was no sign of his life, he immediately pushed the door and entered room 302.

"Futian-kun, Futian-kun." Seeing Zhengxiong, who was holding his breath, Xiao Yuntong shook a few times. She woke up slightly under her simple begging. Seeing him open his mouth with difficulty, she punched her ear.

"It's the Communist Party... the Communist Party" he breathed out. Xiao Yuntong frowned, then walked out of the room calmly.

"RingRingRing" A few sharp phone rings rang through the silent police station.

"Hey, I'm a doctor at Rende Hospital. There's a shooting here."

"What? A shooting case?" A few short words woke the dizzy duty clerk. After hanging up, he hurriedly called Xu Yehua's house.

Xu Yehua looked at the alarm clock. It was three o'clock in the morning, it was the time for people to sleep deeply. How could there be gunshots? Without thinking too much, hurried to the police station to gather the team.

Not long after, Xu Yehua rushed to the hospital with a group of people. A large white coat was found in the hospital toilet, but nothing was found. As the first person to enter the scene, Xiao Yuntong was taken back to the police station for questioning.

In the police station interrogation room, Xiao Yuntong sat upright on the chair, and in front of her sat Tang Qizhen and a recorder.

Tang Qi's brows were frowned, and it was really uncomfortable to see the person he liked sitting in front of him for interrogation in the middle of the night.

"Now I ask you a few questions, you have to answer honestly." Tang Qizhen said.She answered all the questions from her age, her studies, her current job, and some situations before the incident.

Looking at the pocket watch, the time has passed for half an hour. Although I know it has nothing to do with Xiao Yuntong, it must be done according to the regulations."I think that's it. If you remember anything, let me know in time."

After the interrogation, Tang Qizhen drove her home in a jeep.