Chapter 70：The Untouchable Truth
Night.
Presbyterian Hospital, Peter walks down the hallway to the outside.
He carries some medication in his hand.
The medication was the same targeted suppression drug from before.
Dr. Lane did some tests for him and found that the embryo hadn't produced any changes compared to the last time.
Ryan, who hadn't checked for any abnormalities, could only prescribe him some drugs to inhibit tumors and the like.
And by the way, he politely suggested to him that he could try dating a girl.
For this kind of quack advice, he naturally heard and forgot.
Luckily, the discomfort had slowed down a lot, so Peter didn't stay any longer and left the hospital directly.
On the other side.
Christine, who had just finished her shift, stretched her back and stood up. Today's workload was relatively easy, if she had worked a few days ago, she would have had to work a few hours overtime to pack up all the documents, she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with both hands, soothing her nerves while clearing all the clutter and bad thoughts out of her head.
Standing in front of the window and relaxing for a moment before opening her eyes, she was greeted by a familiar figure passing by the window.
It was Peter Parker? Parker?
She was staring blankly at Peter as he walked away and turned around as if he had sensed something.
After a few moments of staring, Peter turned and left the hallway.
Christine exhaled.
For some reason, being stared at by the other party made her nervous for no reason.
It was as if she was being stared at by some terrifying beast.
That strange feeling even made her shudder a little.
For Peter, she always had the impression that he was full of mysteries, and always seemed to have a deep sense of maturity, completely unlike a high school student.
After a long time, she suddenly remembered something and walked over to the computer.
After opening the intranet and logging in, she went to Dr. Ryan's account name.
Started to retrieve all of the other party's recent patient consultation records.
The result was the same as last time, there was no information on Peter Parker. There was nothing for Peter Parker.
She tried the words "Peter" and "Parker" again.
Still nothing.
Not even a record of the medication being dispensed?
Sitting back in her chair, Christine rested her chin on her hands, deep in thought.
What on earth was Dr. Ryan doing?
Why was he taking such a risk by erasing Peter. Parker's record, she cast her eyes out into the night.
Was Dr. Lane, in fact, engaged in some kind of illegal activity?
She had heard that some doctors in New York City colluded with outside gangs to sell corpses or human organs.
And this kind of news didn't seem to be an empty rumor, she had heard many similar news.
Although it wasn't good to be so suspicious of the other party, but with Dr. Ryan's medical ethics, it was like someone who could do such a thing.
Her brow furrowed at the thought.
Reporting to the hospital?
This kind of report without any evidence, I'm afraid that even if the hospital investigates, it won't be able to find out anything.
Or just pretend as if nothing had happened yourself.
She inwardly hesitated.
But if Dr. Lane was really engaged in illegal activities, Peter. Parker, even more patients would be potentially harmed.
That was something she never wanted to see.
After a few minutes of internal agonizing, Kristen finally made the decision that she would investigate the illegal activities that Lane had buried.
...
Late at night, the hospital dwindled.
Dr. Lane drove home from work.
Kristen, who wanted to investigate Lane, did not leave.
During the daytime, when Ryan was not paying attention, she entered the other party's office and secretly took one of the other party's identity.
Now while no one was around, she swiped her identity card and entered the other party's office.
First, she opened the other party's computer for a bit, wanting to access something.
But after some deep searches, nothing was found.
Feeling that she might have missed something, she began to check up on other paper documents in the other party's office.
Eventually a file wrapped in a plastic cover was found in a folder.
The file was on the bottom shelf of a chest of drawers, as if the other party didn't want anyone to find it.
She tried to open the file and found that it contained several photocopied CT charts.
Hospital CT charts could not be photocopied, but CT forms could be.
-Generally speaking then the CT charts would not be kept, but why did the other party keep these CT analysis charts?
With suspicion, Christine began to read the above information.
As she read deeper, waves of shock rippled through her heart.
"How?"
As a surgeon, she was well aware of the incredible nature of the information above.
This was simply not a disease that a normal human being, could exhibit.
A tumor?
It couldn't be a tumor, what these sections of information provided was far from a tumor.
And this looked like the heart, tightly connected to various organs of the body.
Looking at the analysis sheet information, she kept guessing who this CT sheet belonged to.
Kristin quickly flipped back a few pages, skimming the contents of the CT sheet at a glance.
As she watched, she suddenly felt her lips begin to dry and her heart begin to race.
It wasn't surprising, but .....
She flipped through a few more pages and looked on with eyes full of incredulity.
Just as she was about to continue flipping, there was a creak and the door was pushed open.
Dr. Ryan looked at Kristen standing inside the office in surprise.
"Dr. Kristen, what are you doing?"
Ryan had originally driven back, but remembered that there was still an important document that he hadn't brought home, so he returned.
He didn't expect to push the door to enter and see this scene.
Dr. Christian, who was not familiar with him, was standing in his office flipping through something.
What is this?
Christine did not expect the other party to return, holding the file, frozen in place.
She wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, she decided it was useless to say anything.
"I'm looking for something, Dr. Ryan."
Kristen put down the file and coughed awkwardly, "You've been erasing Peter. Parker's medical records I don't know why you've been doing that."
She was about to say that she suspected the other party of colluding with the mob and engaging in illegal activities, but held her tongue.
Dr. Ryan said with some anger: "Even if I violated the hospital's discipline, this is not something you should be in charge of and you have no reason to barge into my office, you are also committing an illegal act, Dr. Christine, you have no right to interrogate me."
"I'm sorry, I came in on impulse in fear of something that would terrify me..."
"You ..."
No sooner had Dr. Ryan's words left his mouth than he saw something in Christian's hand, and he froze in place, the panic of his secret being discovered rising from the bottom of his heart.
"You . . ..... You can't touch these things!"