Chapter 2242: Chapter 2243: In-depth Investigation


    Lin Yi sat for over half an hour, watching the video again.


    He still couldn’t find any problems.


    Moreover, there was another person in the cell across from him, also suffering from high blood pressure and taking medication daily, but without any issues.


    Based on the evidence at hand, Lin Yi pondered for a long time but couldn’t come up with an explanation.


    “How’s it going, any progress?”


    Song Gang walked in and asked.


    ...


    Lin Yi shook his head, “I’m planning to go to the Songjiang precinct and ask the medical room’s in-charge about Ma Dehong’s physical condition. If we still can’t find any problems, I guess I’ll just chalk it up to bad luck.”


    “That’s good, taking a look on-site might yield more findings.”


    “I’m really indebted to Brother Gang for this; you’ve been a great help to me.”


    Song Gang patted Lin Yi on the shoulder.


    “Let me tell you the truth. When you called me yesterday, I was assigned a particularly troublesome task that I really didn’t want to undertake. When you called me away, our superiors delegated it to someone else. To be honest, I should be the one thanking you.”


    “Ha ha...”


    The two men laughed it off and then left the office to attend to their own matters.


    Lin Yi drove to the Songjiang precinct, intending to contact Sun Ying, but he stumbled upon Ling Han there.


    It had been a long time since their last meal together at the Xinshan team.


    Facing Ling Han again, Lin Yi had calmed down considerably.


    “What brings you here?”


    Seeing Lin Yi, Ling Han approached to greet him without revealing his identity.


    “It’s about Ma Dehong. It’s fine that he died, but we have to figure out the reason.”


    “You’re right,” Ling Han said with a smile as he ran his fingers through his hair.


    “It’s a good thing I don’t have much to do today. I’ll accompany you around. Just tell me directly if you need anything; I’ve got some weight to throw around here.”


    “That’s perfect, having you by my side will save me a lot of trouble.”


    “Boss, you’re sick. Why are you running around with him? Go home and rest for a while.”


    Ling Han’s companion, Zhao Su, spoke up.


    “Enough of that, let’s drop the subject.” Ling Han changed the topic and introduced her to Lin Yi:


    “He’s from the Xinshan branch office, in charge of the Ma Dehong case. He came today to find out more.”


    “Just ask me directly anything you want to know; we’re all on the same side.”


    It was clear that Ling Han and Wang Mei Jia were on good terms, so Lin Yi didn’t bother with formality and asked directly:


    “I want to know what brand of blood pressure medication Ma Dehong was taking every day. I’d like to see it.”


    “Betalek, the same as in hospitals.”


    Wang Mei Jia rummaged through a drawer of her desk, found a box of medication, and handed it to Lin Yi.


    “This is the medication.”


    Lin Yi took the box and scanned it briefly, not looking closely.


    Betalek was all too familiar to him; it’s a very common blood pressure medication.


    Patients would be prescribed this drug even at the hospital.


    Moreover, his own mother took this medication, so there were no issues with it.


    If that were the case, there seemed to be no problems at all.


    Could it really be just coincidence that Ma Dehong happened to have high blood pressure when he was there?


    Although possible, Lin Yi was still reluctant to believe it.


    “It looks like there’s no issue with this part,” said Ling Han. “Maybe we should investigate in a different direction?”


    Lin Yi nodded but remained expressionless, deep in thought.


    Although he verbally agreed, he did not take any substantive actions.


    Ling Han sat beside him nonchalantly, waiting for Lin Yi’s response.


    “I want to ask if you personally deliver all these medications to the patients?”


    “Not exactly,” Wang Mei Jia replied.


    “Prison guards come here to collect it and then deliver it directly to the inmates.”


    “Collect?”


    “Yes,” Wang Mei Jia said, getting up and walking to a cabinet. She took out a transparent, sealed bag, which was about half the size of a palm.


    Lin Yi looked over, noticing a section of pills and a small slip of paper inside. The paper had a printed name and the cell number of an inmate, with nothing else on it.


    “I prepare the inmates’ required medications in advance, put them in these small bags, and have the guards sign when they come to collect. After taking what’s needed, our handover is done.”