The Mysterious Trace of Jiang Wu

During the rainy season in Jiangcheng, the fog is always so thick that it cannot be dissolved, wrapping up the secrets that sink to the bottom. The floating corpse at the flood control pier broke the calm - the deceased was Cheng Yanshan, director of the cardiac surgery department of the city hospital. The drug in the fingernails, the drug prescription torn between the fingers, and the pen with the hospital's initials engraved on the collar all pointed to the unsolved "Scalpel Serial Case" three years ago. Back then, three victims of the medical system died mysteriously, and the suspect "fell into the river and died". The case was hastily concluded. Now, similar death symbols have reappeared, giving Detective Lin Yan the smell of restarting the old case. As the investigation deepens, the empty doctor's office, the dusty medical records in the old clinic building, the mentally disturbed woman in the nursing home, the avengers who returned from overseas... The clues are like vines in the river fog, entangling the shady story of the medical accident: a covered-up surgical error, a disappeared baby corpse, a group of doctors who sank for self-protection. When the fingerprints on the thermos cup pointed to the daughter of the victim of the unsolved case, and when the anonymous transfer from the director of the neurology department surfaced, Lin Yan discovered that behind the floating corpse case was the entanglement of blood and tears between two generations spanning three years, and the repeated wrestling between truth and evil in the river fog. When the fog clears, justice may be late, but every name that has been covered up will eventually be mentioned again in the sunshine. This is not only a criminal investigation to pursue a murderer, but also an inquiry into the bottom line of human nature and the conscience of the industry - when doctors raise their butcher's knives to cover up their mistakes, and when family ties become a sharp blade for revenge, who can keep the last light in the fog? Intention: Justice may be late, but it will eventually be brought up in the sun