The person could only be detained for five days for carrying a controlled knife, but he refused to explain the purpose of carrying the knife, so he was released after five days.

Song Zhiyi had expected this result, so he was not surprised at all.

On the day of his release, the case handlers called Song Zhiyi and told her to be careful in the near future and that they would keep a close eye on his movements.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips, looked up at the man walking out of the office, hung up the call, and got out of the car.

When the man saw that Song Zhiyi dared to appear in front of him, his face froze at first. When he was about to speak, Song Zhiyi spoke first.

"I know who invited you here."

The man heard the voice and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. "You stinky woman, are you kidding me?"

Song Zhiyi looked at his angry expression and smiled faintly.

"Their plan failed, you won't get a penny from them, and they may even cut ties with you and pretend they never knew you."

"Moreover, when they were looking for you, they did so anonymously or through someone else, right?"

She looked at the man seriously, his eyes fixed on her, and found the answer she wanted from his micro-expressions.

"Do they want my life or my hand?"

She looked at him tentatively. The man was silent for a long time, but finally replied with one word.

"hand."

Song Zhiyi smiled coldly, he really wanted her hand.

Her hands are used to hold the scalpel, and if anything goes wrong, she will not be able to go on the operating table.

"I can let you get double the money without the risk of going to jail. It's a sure win. All you have to do is cooperate with me in a play. How about it?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Song Zhiyi with scrutiny, and said doubtfully.

"Are you setting a trap for me?"

Song Zhiyi looked at him and said sincerely, "Why don't you first listen to my plan and see what the loss is to you?"

The man was silent for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement.

The next morning.

Song Zhiyi called the hospital and asked for "leave", saying that he was injured and needed to rest for a while.

That afternoon, Song Xuewei could no longer suppress her curiosity and asked people to inquire around. Even a colleague from the same department, with whom she had hardly spoken to, came to see her.

Song Zhiyi refused on the grounds that it was inconvenient.

To Song Zhiyi's surprise, she actually received a call from Gu Jinyan in the evening.

She had called this phone number once before because of Song Xuewei's matter, so although she didn't save it, she still remembered it at a glance.

She frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally slid onto the answer button, put the phone to her ear, and remained silent.

The man was silent for a few seconds, then he coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"Your hand is injured?"

Song Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the phone suddenly clenched, "I haven't told anyone that my hand was injured."

Gu Jinyan did not answer immediately, and the air fell into silence again. After a few seconds, his low and pleasant voice sounded again, but the words he said made Song Zhiyi disgusted.

“Kangbo Hospital never keeps idle people.”

Her hand was injured, and if she couldn't perform on the operating table in the future, she would definitely be fired by Kangbo Hospital.

Song Zhiyi smiled coldly and sneered.

"So, Kangbo Hospital is planning to fire Song Xuewei?"

The air fell into an eerie silence again. Song Zhiyi didn't want to waste time talking to him, and when he was about to hang up, Gu Jinyan's deep voice rang out from the phone.

"I've read your mental evaluation."

Song Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, his expression stiff for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and hung up the phone.

No matter what the reason why Gu Jinyan and Song Xuewei are together, she will not waver in her decision!