My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1234 - 486: Sensible, Professional Assassin (2)

"Old Zhao, could you assist me in reviewing this person's movements within the hospital once more? Providing a clear, head-on high-resolution photograph would be ideal."

"Certainly, though it may require some time to process."

Zhao Zhiguo expressed his prompt agreement.

"Understood. Please begin the search while I head to Cardiothoracic Surgery for an immediate procedure. I will leave my contact info; do inform me as soon as you have results."

"Understood! You should focus on your clinical responsibilities!"

"Many thanks for the assistance."

Zhou Can rose to exchange a handshake with Zhao Zhiguo. As he prepared to depart, a robust man in his middle years strode into the security department’s monitoring room.

"Well, if it isn't Dr. Zhou! A rare guest indeed. Had I known you were paying us a visit, I would have set aside my tasks to await you. Did you manage to secure the required footage?"

"I have gathered some preliminary information. As I must attend an urgent operation in Cardiothoracic Surgery, I requested that Old Zhao continue the query in my stead. I feel terrible for the inconvenience caused by having Director Mu turn back midway solely on my account."

Zhou Can had not previously interacted with this Director Mu.

He did seem vaguely familiar, however.

"You are too generous! Should you require support in the future, Dr. Zhou, simply inform us. The security department remains at your full disposal."

Director Mu formerly served as one of the two deputy heads of the department.

He owed his current promotion to the position of Director largely to the actions of Zhou Can.

Had Zhou Can not successfully ousted the previous Director Mi, his prospects for advancement would have been slim.

He had lived under the heavy-handed oversight of Director Mi for some time.

Fortunately, he had maintained his integrity and avoided complicity with Mi’s schemes. Consequently, even though he faced professional suppression, the hospital did not seek to purge him when the regime change occurred.

In fact, Dean Zhu appointed him as the head of the security department specifically to reward his upright character.

It was inconceivable for him to show anything but total support toward Zhou Can.

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By the time Zhou Can concluded his surgery in Cardiothoracic Surgery, the clock had already ticked past 11:00 PM.

He had accumulated a significant amount of Separation Skill Experience Points over the course of the day. With just a few more complex operations, the skill would likely reach Level 6.

Experiencing his own surgical proficiency ascend to the Director level brought a profound sense of satisfaction to Zhou Can.

The intense magnetism of mastering the medical arts and navigating the higher realms of technique left him deeply enthralled.

His perception and refined understanding of clinical medicine, the complexities of the human frame, and the progression of pathology had reached an unprecedented apex.

Simultaneously, his preparations for the graduate entrance examination were proceeding in earnest.

His chosen focus was orthopedic trauma, and every incremental growth in his surgical manual dexterity translated to increased competitiveness.

Mastery of his field required far more than mere rote memorization for high-stakes written and oral examinations.

Many complex problems demanded the application of practical, real-world insight.

When faced with difficult exam questions, his extensive clinical history allowed him to steer clear of deceptive traps and provide exemplary, accurate responses.

This scenario bore a striking resemblance to the ancient imperial examinations.

Reading prowess alone does not guarantee a high-caliber essay. One must possess profound literary insight, creative innovation, and a keen understanding of both life and state policy to produce truly outstanding intellectual work.

There had been no word from Old Zhao at the security desk.

Scanning days of continuous footage was a labor-intensive venture. Old Zhao had his own standing duties to fulfill; receiving an update within forty-eight hours would be an impressive feat.

Zhou Can climbed into his Mercedes and headed home that evening.

Su Qianqian had attempted to reach him repeatedly, leaving several missed calls and a flurry of text messages.

Her deep agitation regarding the safety of Zhou Can was abundantly clear.

During his surgery, he had been unable to monitor his notifications. Having set his phone to silent, and disabling vibration to remain focused, he had been entirely oblivious to her distress.

After returning her calls, he commenced his drive.

As he settled into the driver's seat, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of unease washed over him.

He could not define the source, yet the sensation was visceral, manifesting as a premonition of a looming catastrophe.

Reflecting on the professional precision with which the killer had attempted to drop a heavy planter on him the day before, Zhou Can became incredibly wary. Had his Mercedes, left in the basement parking, been compromised?

This assassin clearly would not cease until their objective was complete.

His once-normal life had been shattered, and his personal physical security was under intense threat.

The most chilling factor remained that his adversary operated from the shadows while he remained in the open.

The threat could arrive at any moment, from any vantage point.

Urged by these thoughts, he immediately stepped out to conduct a visual assessment.

He was, however, no master mechanic. Shining the light of his phone over the vehicle revealed no overt signs of tampering.

Governed by extreme caution, Zhou Can locked the doors and departed the garage to hail a taxi.

Flagging down a cab at this hour proved quite a challenge.

As he waited, a chilling thought struck him: if the assailant truly had breached his vehicle, they might be watching from the periphery. Observing that he had decided against driving, they might well return to the garage to reset their traps—perhaps repairing any damage to the braking system—thereby ensuring he remained unaware of the danger.

He decided to solicit the help of Director Mu once more.

At this juncture, he had no room to worry about being a bother during the late hours.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Director Mu’s voice was heavy with sleep, confirming he had been awoken from a deep slumber.

"Director Mu, my apologies. This is Dr. Zhou Can from the hospital."

"Oh! Dr. Zhou, is there something requiring urgent attention?"

"I suspect my vehicle has been tampered with. Would you be able to task someone with monitoring the garage footage specifically aimed at my parking spot? Should any suspicious individual approach, please alert the authorities. I shall see that you are compensated generously."

Zhou Can never sought assistance without ensuring a fair reciprocation.

"Someone intends to harm you? To perpetrate such an act right under the nose of our security team is truly brazen. Rest easy, Dr. Zhou; I will handle this immediately. As for rewards, they are unnecessary. Protecting the assets of the hospital and safeguarding our personnel is our primary mandate. Could you specify your vehicle and its exact location in the lot?"

Director Mu inquired.

Zhou Can provided the details before offering his thanks and disconnecting.

Securing a taxi at such a late hour remained profoundly difficult.

Just then, Su Qianqian pulled up in her BMW, accompanied by Wei Fang.

"Darling, get in!"

Su Qianqian opened the door, gesturing for him to enter.

Inside the vehicle, she studied his face with acute anxiety.

"Are you unharmed?"

"I am quite fine. Nothing is confirmed, but my suspicions regarding the car remain. If this is verified, our perpetrator is undoubtedly a trained professional."

Zhou Can analyzed the situation with clinical detachment.

The failed attempt with the falling object yesterday, followed by tampering with the car, demonstrated a cunning mastery of psychological pressure, predicated on the expectation that Zhou would commute home today.

"Who would want to take your life? I am terrified. You must be hyper-vigilant at the hospital. I am constantly fearful that your attacker might confront you with a weapon."

Su Qianqian looked exhausted, no doubt suffering from accumulated sleep deprivation.

She was currently in a vital phase of her own treatment for kidney disease; excessive worry for Zhou Can was hindering her physical recovery.

Securing the rare medicinal ingredients had been a Herculean task; the difficulty of repeating the process would be immense.

"Do not carry these burdens alone; I shall be perfectly fine."

Zhou Can reached out to hold her hand, offering comfort.

"I have secured leads on our assassin. I am certain we will apprehend this person soon, and then all of this will be behind us."

"I have sourced a high-quality stab-proof vest online. It is due to arrive tomorrow; please, wear it."

"Understood."

To soothe her mind, Zhou Can nodded in compliance.

Privately, he felt a tactical garment was likely unnecessary.

The next morning, at roughly 8:00 AM, just as Zhou Can was preparing to scrub into the operating theater, Director Mu contacted him.

He informed Zhou that Old Zhao had successfully reviewed all the necessary records.

While no one had approached the car between last night and this morning, footage from the previous day showed an unidentified individual using the staff elevator to enter the garage. Interestingly, this person matched the physical profile of the suspect Zhou had identified earlier, though they had changed their attire.

It was clear that a professional cleaner had indeed been assigned to eliminate him.