I have been the hospital director for twelve years and have saved more than 4,000 patients.
I also collected more than 6 million yuan in money that I shouldn't have collected.
The storm came faster than I expected. Wu Guoliang, director of the Provincial People's Hospital, was arrested, and drug supplier Liu Zhipeng was arrested in Hainan. The profit network that I have worked hard for eight years is collapsing one after another like dominoes.
At the detention point of the Commission for Discipline Inspection and Supervision, the interrogator Zhou Zheng placed pieces of evidence in front of me - bank statements, overseas transfers, and photos of Macau casinos. Everything is as precise as a scalpel, trying to cut open layer by layer what I have hidden under my white coat all these years.
They said I was involved in tens of millions of dollars, enough to be sentenced to ten years.
But what they really want is not me.
And I am the only key for them to catch big fish.
I could either hand everything over, become a whistleblower, and be called a traitor for the rest of my life.
Either I carry it to the end, take the secret to prison, let my daughter's surgery fees go unpaid, and let my ex-wife bear the storm for me that should not belong to her.
I opened the gray notebook that I had kept for eight years and looked at the names and numbers on it. Suddenly I remembered that twenty-five years ago, the old master held my hand and said: "You hold a life in your hand, nothing else."
Since when did what I held in my hand turn into a bunch of shady transfers?
This time, what I hold is a choice that can destroy many people and redeem myself.
White is the lab coat and the abyss.
And I am already standing on the edge of the abyss.
