Volume Twelve: Invitation from Hell Chapter Eighteen: Iceberg Inferno

Back at the police station, Yaoguang sat silently in her chair, saying not a word. Xuanchen, at a loss, had no choice but to call Yitian, who also said he was unable to help the next day. So, he brought a male immortal along. Upon seeing him, Yaoguang could no longer hold back and collapsed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. The male immortal felt as if his heart was breaking—this girl resolutely protected everything she believed needed guarding, yet every time it was she who got hurt.

Jelly lay on the table, gazing at Yaoguang with sorrowful blue eyes. Not knowing how to comfort her, he quietly jumped into her lap, resting there and gently licking her hand.

After a long while, Yaoguang finally lifted her head from the male immortal’s embrace. Her eyes were filled with desolation as she looked at him.

“Phoenix, pull yourself together, will you? None of us can do without you,” he said softly.

“Meow, didn’t you say once this case is over, you’d go pick up Big Sister Datou? She’s still waiting for you. You have to be strong,” Jelly rubbed his face against Yaoguang’s shoulder.

“Xuanchen, investigate and find out who is behind Wu Yonghan ordering the murders of these five pregnant women. Whoever it is, I don’t care—bring them all in. I want them to pay the price for their crimes,” Yaoguang wiped away her tears.

“No problem,” Xuanchen said, then immediately began searching through data.

“Akun, Axu, check Wu Yonghan and his family’s private accounts for any large transactions, and also look into their assets. Tianyou, investigate Wu Yonghan’s social connections, focusing especially on those with high rank and abundant wealth—those types are most likely to be involved in such dealings.” After giving these orders, Yaoguang stared at the files of the pregnant women, lost in thought. Could Wu Yonghan have done all this alone? It seemed impossible for one man to manage the entire process—from anesthesia, surgery, to the eventual deaths. No, this was a chain.

She began poring over the records. Each patient’s file listed other doctors involved. If those doctors were the same person, it might explain everything.

Yaoguang studied the documents carefully. Indeed, except for Qingqing’s file, the names of the anesthesiologist, assistant surgeon, nurse, and the doctor who confirmed the time of death were all identical across the other files. She called over Captain Song. “Bring these four people in. This matter should soon be resolved.”

Captain Song glanced at the files, understood Yaoguang’s intent, and quickly dispatched officers. That very night, the four sat together in the same interrogation room.

They exchanged bewildered looks, clearly unaware of what was happening. Just as one began to speak, Yaoguang cut them off sharply. “Silence. You know what you’ve done. Wu Yonghan is dead, and none of you can guarantee you won’t be next. The restless spirits of the wronged are watching you.” She slammed the four medical records down before them.

“Explain yourselves. What happened to these four pregnant women?” Yaoguang demanded coldly.

Yet the four wore blank expressions, feigning ignorance. Yaoguang stared them down, but they dared not meet her gaze, their guilty expressions betraying them.

“If you won’t speak, that’s fine. I’ll speak for you. These four pregnant women weren’t ordinary patients—they were mistresses. After admission, Wu Yonghan informed you that someone was paying to buy their lives. At first, you refused, but Wu Yonghan threatened you. His connections ran deep, both above and below the law—you couldn’t afford to cross him. Seeing your hesitation, he tempted you with money: one million per case. Once the first was done, the second followed. These are your bank records. Even if your medical skills are unparalleled, no consultation fee can suddenly net you one million at once—only under-the-table earnings explain this. Am I right?” Yaoguang’s voice dropped low as she fixed them with a fierce gaze. “Look at me.”

Her roar startled them all, their eyes wide with terror.

“If you still won’t talk, that’s fine. I can directly extract your memories—those will serve as confessions. In the end, you’ll share Wu Yonghan’s fate. Whether you live or die is your choice,” she sneered.

“I’ll speak,” the nurse finally broke the silence. “Wu Yonghan threatened us to do this. If we didn’t comply, he said he’d kill us.”

“Let me explain,” the assistant surgeon chimed in. “The first case was the one with massive bleeding. She’d come for an abortion, but Wu Yonghan said she couldn’t leave alive. He added a white powder to her IV drip—a drug we didn’t know the specifics of—dissolved in saline. Then the abortion proceeded. After the fetus was removed, the uterine cleaning began, and the bleeding was uncontrollable. Wu Yonghan deliberately slowed the process to let more blood flow. When the mother was near death, they began transfusions, but it was too late. To make it look convincing, they even performed organ removal surgery, but she still died. The death report claimed she had a hidden genetic defect causing blood clotting failures. The second was embolism—simple enough. Just delaying rescue was enough. The third was cardiac asphyxia. The pregnant woman already had cardiac blood flow issues; a drug stimulation was used. The fetus wasn’t full term and wouldn’t survive a cesarean. The fourth arrived with weak breathing—probably from a car accident. During the cesarean, the umbilical cord was found wrapped around the fetus’s neck. The fetus was premature and affected by the trauma, but timely rescue could have saved her. Wu Yonghan prevented the rescue, missing the critical window. None survived. That’s the whole story.”

“At first, we refused, but Wu Yonghan threatened us. I wanted to quit, but the next day I found the word ‘death’ painted in red on my front door,” the anesthesiologist said.

“Same here,” the doctor who recorded the time of death nodded.

“And you?” Yaoguang asked.

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