Volume One, Chapter 50: The Truth That Was Concealed

As soon as they heard that careless words could create karma, half the keyboard warriors who had been furiously typing vanished from the chat.

"I knew there would be a plot twist, lucky I kept silent."

"Clearly an old fan upstairs—Master's livestream is always full of twists and turns, and I never dare say anything until the very end, afraid I'll curse the wrong person and create bad karma."

The woman gazed at Qin Yu, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes.

She knew exposing her story in this livestream was the right choice.

"I already know what you want to do. I can help you with this matter, but can you accept whatever outcome comes?"

For the first time, some life returned to the woman's stiff expression. "No matter what happens, I accept!"

"Good. Then I will help you."

Qin Yu looked at her phone and asked, "Nurse Xiao Zhou, are you still there?"

"I'm here!!!"

"Can you reach Dr. Zhao Xiuming? Would you mind asking him to join my livestream for a discussion?"

"I'll try, but I can't promise he'll come."

"That's alright, just do your best."

"What kind of riddles is the streamer playing with Yang's mother?"

"Streamer, we'll send you gifts, so stop being mysterious!"

"I really want to know what the twist is."

"This is getting boring—there's still no ghost! Is this even a metaphysical livestream?"

"I don't want to watch arguments. I'll step away and leave my 'peach emoji' here. If a ghost shows up, someone ping me!"

Mu Ling: "The viewers have a point. This is supposed to be a metaphysical livestream, but all you do is mediate disputes!"

Mu Ling had somehow popped up again, scrolling through the comments and complaining.

Qin Yu: "You don't understand. Our metaphysical sect's purpose is to serve people and cultivate ourselves along the way. If we can use our arts to help anyone, it's a form of improvement."

Mu Ling pouted. "Such talent wasted on trivial matters."

Suddenly, Qin Yu stared at Mu Ling without blinking. Mu Ling felt the hairs on his back stand up, and he stammered, "Xiao Yu, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just realized you stopped hiccuping."

Mu Ling: ...

Not long after, Xiao Zhou returned.

"Master, sorry for the wait. I convinced Dr. Zhao—he's logging into Douya Livestream now. Please wait a moment."

"Thank you," Qin Yu replied.

The woman on the other end saw Xiao Zhou's message, and her eyes sparkled.

Was the truth finally coming?

Qin Yu frowned slightly.

The woman's expression kept shifting on screen, finally settling into one of death.

She whispered to Mu Ling, "There's something I need you to do for me..."

Qin Yu lowered the phone camera, perfectly placing his head out of the frame so she could instruct Mu Ling privately.

Mu Ling left, and moments later, a request to join the livestream appeared in Qin Yu's backstage.

Qin Yu accepted.

The screen showed a man in a white lab coat, bleary-eyed as if he'd just crawled out of bed in the staff lounge.

Since only Qin Yu's upper body appeared on screen, Zhao Xiuming didn't recognize him.

Seeing Zhao Xiuming, Yang's mother's eyes filled with tears. Her voice was harsh and cold. "Zhao Xiuming! You finally agree to see me!"

Zhao Xiuming sighed. "Mrs. Yang Chuyue, what's the point of all this? I'm deeply sorry for your daughter's death, but nothing can bring her back. Please accept my condolences."

"I'm not here for platitudes. You know what I want!"

"Damn, this conversation feels weird."

"Is there some shady business going on?"

"This story's direction is more and more confusing."

"Now they're both speaking in riddles? One streamer wasn't enough?"

"Hope there are no more riddles in future streams."

"Postoperative infection is one of the most common surgical complications. Your daughter's blood count was extremely high when she transferred from another hospital. The premise for surgery was to control the infection—not, as you claim, refusing to operate."

"I explained this to you every time I made rounds, but you were too desperate to save your daughter to listen."

"As for the matter of you giving me money—I admit I accepted it at the time, but I later credited it to each patient's hospital fees."

"There are surveillance records to prove it."

"I explained this to you when you reported me for bribery."

Zhao Xiuming spoke with clear logic, his words orderly and precise.

"Such a clear explanation—I believe him."

"Did you not learn your lesson upstairs? Better wait for more info before concluding."

"Plot twist trauma."

Yang's mother replied, "This isn't what I want to know."

She believed every word Zhao Xiuming said, but unless she stirred up trouble, she would never reach the truth.

"I want to know the real cause of my daughter's death."

Zhao Xiuming blinked faster for a second, but his voice remained calm. "I've already told you—she died from infection."

"You're lying! I've asked around—postoperative infection doesn't cause death! What did my daughter really die of? Tell me!"

"I had this doubt too. Postoperative infection is common, but usually not fatal. But Dr. Zhao is a big name in medicine—I'm just a medical student, too scared to argue."

"After so many lessons in this livestream, I don't dare speak carelessly—afraid of being scolded. Just saying: the streamer is fierce when scolding, scares me~"

"Are we finally seeing a plot twist?"

"Is every livestream this intense now? Watching just makes my brain hurt!"

"What is the truth here? I'm dizzy—who's the good guy, who's the villain?"

"I finished dinner and came back—how is the medical dispute still unresolved?"

Facing the woman's doubts, Zhao Xiuming remained composed. "Death from infection is rare, but not impossible. Let this matter go—Yang Chuyue has been gone half a year. Let her rest, and let yourself rest."

"Zhao Xiuming, dream on! If I don't get the truth, I won't give up. Even if I die, I'll die in your hospital—then even as a ghost, I won't forgive you!"

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock at the staff room door.

Zhao Xiuming went to open it, his voice changing as he recognized the visitor. "D-Director..."

"Zhao Xiuming, how much longer will you hide the truth? Even if you don't care about your own reputation, you should care about the hospital's..."

The director lowered his voice, but Qin Yu still heard the words:

"If this madwoman really dies in the hospital, who will bear the responsibility? How can the hospital ever become a national key institution?"