My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1233 - 486: Sensible, Professional Assassin

Typically, details regarding such a case are not shared with unauthorized individuals. It is likely the other party recognized Zhou Can’s significant background and provided these details as a form of professional courtesy.

Upon hearing Officer Hu’s update, Zhou Can felt a surge of unease.

He had initially suspected Director Xue Yan’s ex-husband, but the police’s preliminary findings pointed to a male suspect around 1.8 meters tall and roughly thirty years old. This description did not match the ex-husband at all.

Who could possibly be targeting him?

Zhou Can scrambled his memories, yet he couldn't recall ever having a dispute with such an individual.

"Dr. Zhou, please contact us immediately if you encounter any new leads. Should you spot the suspect, avoid a direct confrontation and call my line right away," Officer Hu cautioned, outlining necessary safety protocols.

"Understood, and thank you. By the way, I noticed your department's vehicles were quite aged yesterday evening—one even stalled twice during a turn. I would like to personally donate two new vehicles to your station. Would that be procedurally acceptable?"

Moved by how the police had dedicated themselves to the investigation with such persistence, even in the middle of the night, Zhou Can decided to offer his support.

"First of all, you have my gratitude. I must consult with my superiors regarding this offer, but I will inform you as soon as I receive approval."

Upon hearing the offer of two police vehicles, Officer Hu’s demeanor softened significantly, his tone growing noticeably more respectful.

Wealthy individuals are common enough, but those willing to donate equipment to the police force are a rare breed.

Even entry-level police cruisers would cost upwards of two hundred thousand in total.

"Goodbye for now!"

Zhou Can ended the call.

Instead of heading home or returning to Cardiothoracic Surgery, he made his way toward the Security Department.

Many perceive hospital security guards as bottom-tier personnel, comparable to janitors.

In reality, the role is not as lowly as it appears.

Those lacking influence might keep a low profile, but those with connections have the power to assert themselves. Particularly during incidents where families cause disturbances, the security team wields the authority to manage the situation on the ground.

"Hello, I am here to see the director," Zhou Can said, entering the Security Department office.

Two guards were currently on rotation.

While other security staff were manning the hospital gates, the administrative building, or patrolling the various departments, these two remained in the office.

"What is your business with our director?" the younger guard asked, casting a cold glance in Zhou Can’s direction.

"I would like to review the surveillance footage from the last few days."

"Checking hospital security records requires a formal requisition slip from the office, likely bearing the dean’s signature," the younger guard replied, his tone laced with bureaucratic arrogance as he leveraged his office position.

An older guard, nearly forty, sat nearby. Upon hearing the request, he took a closer look at Zhou Can.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

Is that not Dr. Zhou Can? Heavens, this is not a man to offend. The last time he was involved in a dispute, he brought down the security director, the general affairs deputy dean, and the assistant dean.

If they provoked him, it would undoubtedly spell trouble for the current leadership.

"Please wait a moment! My colleague didn't recognize you—please don't take his attitude to heart!" The older guard jumped up, offering a conciliatory smile.

"Usually, reviewing surveillance requires authorization from higher-ups. However, as an esteemed doctor of this hospital, we are certain your reasons are valid. I will take this to Director Mu personally to spare you the red tape."

The older guard had clearly gained wisdom through his years of experience, displaying far more tact than his younger counterpart.

"Thank you. May I ask your name?"

"It is Zhao! You can call me Old Zhao or Zhao Zhiguo."

The older guard remained exceptionally deferential. After introducing himself, he immediately phoned the director.

"Dr. Zhou, Director Mu has authorized this as a special case. Please specify the exact area and time frame you need to review, and we will pull the files immediately. Director Mu was just leaving for the day, but he is turning his car around to return to the hospital for you."

The level of treatment afforded to him was on par with the highest institutional leaders. Zhou Can, appreciative of the gesture, accepted the assistance.

The young guard stood agape. He realized he had nearly sparked a catastrophe. A doctor for whom even the Security Director would turn around to meet could hardly be considered ordinary.

He tried to offer an apologetic smile to Zhou Can, but his lack of social grace left him unable to string together a coherent sentence.

Indeed, some people find themselves at a loss for words when they realize their mistake, a testament to their own shortsightedness.

Through the trials of the workplace, one eventually learns to cultivate a thick skin and a sharp mind. Those who fail to adapt are usually filtered out or left at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.

Zhao Zhiguo helped Zhou Can navigate the video files.

After a diligent search, they successfully identified the leads Zhou Can needed.

"Wait, stop right there! That person!"

Zhou Can pointed excitedly at the screen, where an individual wearing a baseball cap and mask appeared.

The figure was stalking Zhou Can, maintaining a consistent distance throughout the hallways.

No wonder he had felt the persistent sensation of being followed over the last several days.