"What happened in the clinic?" Chu Yihan scooped a bowl of soup and carefully placed it in front of her.
Su Yingxue pouted. She didn't want to discuss it and ruin her mood, but in front of Chu Yihan, she unconsciously relaxed. "The branch of Chengxi Medical Center received a patient with tuberculosis, but he passed away after just one dose of medicine. Now, his elderly mother is demanding compensation, and she won't allow me to perform an autopsy. I suspect there's something suspicious about this."
Chu Yihan's eyes grew cold. "Someone must be deliberately targeting you."
"I share your suspicions, but without the ability to perform an autopsy at the moment, I can't determine the cause of death. She possesses the medication residue and the clinic's receipt. For now, I can only accommodate her and plan the next steps," Su Yingxue kept this matter in her thoughts.
Chu Yihan affectionately pinched her cheek. "You've lost weight."
