Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting

Chapter 248: Difficult to Advance the Overall Situation

"Mrs. Yuan, think about it. If my treatment plan was really the problem and caused Dean Yuan’s condition to worsen, then the mistake should have been in the bottle of medicine already connected to his IV, right?"

"Because that’s the only medicine that was actually administered to the patient."

"But the fact is, the problem was found in an unopened bottle of backup medication that was just sitting on the side."

"It hadn’t been used at all. It wasn’t even part of the infusion plan."

"Besides, if this really had nothing to do with Yang Meiling and was just a simple case of professional negligence, why would she be so nervous?"

"Why was her first reaction not to cooperate with the investigation, but to rush to clear her own name and even try to push all the blame onto someone else?"

She sat in her chair, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her clothes.

Then she looked at Song Qingya, whose expression was calm and whose gaze was clear.

’I can’t see a single trace of her trying to shirk responsibility.’

’But that Yang Meiling...’

’She always seems so warmhearted.’

’Always bustling about when someone needs help, bringing them tea, asking after their well-being.’

’But what about last night?’

’During rounds, she was the head nurse, the first to notice something was wrong with Dean Yuan, yet she waited almost twenty minutes to report it.’

’And when she was standing by the bed, her hands were trembling and her gaze was unsteady.’

’Anyone who was paying even a little attention would have noticed.’

The more she thought about it, the colder her heart grew.

Seeing her complex expression, pale face, and tightly furrowed brow,

Song Qingya seized the moment and softened her voice.

"Mrs. Yuan, the most crucial thing right now is to uncover the truth."

"We can’t let our emotions lead us astray. We have to find the person pulling the strings in the shadows and expose the mastermind. Only then can we ensure Dean Yuan receives the correct treatment without any more interference."

"If we start infighting, suspecting and attacking each other, we’ll just be letting the real culprit hide in the shadows and enjoy the show."

"She’ll be able to rest easy, reap the benefits, and maybe even cause more trouble. In the end, her scheme will succeed, and Old Yuan’s condition will only get worse."

These words struck a chord with Mrs. Yuan.

That’s right!

’I can’t let the person who harmed Old Yuan get away with this!’

Song Qingya took a small step closer.

She lowered her voice, speaking in a near-whisper as if sharing a secret.

"Mrs. Yuan, I have an idea. I was wondering if you might be willing to help me?"

By this point, Mrs. Yuan had already begun to trust her.

Her earlier words had been logical and reasonable, without a hint of evasion.

In fact, she had shown consideration for Dean Yuan in every respect, which completely changed Mrs. Yuan’s impression of her.

Now, hearing her say this, she blurted out almost subconsciously,

"What idea?"

Song Qingya looked at her, the corners of her lips turning up slightly.

"Could you... not change your attitude for now, and continue to act angry with me like before?"

"Maybe... even more intensely? Show even greater anger and hostility in front of others?"

She paused, making sure Mrs. Yuan understood, before continuing, "Make everyone else think you still believe I’m the one who harmed Dean Yuan."

"This might make the person who thinks they’ve succeeded let their guard down, making it easier for them to expose a flaw and reveal their true colors."

Mrs. Yuan was stunned.

’But what Song Qingya said made sense.’

’If we don’t set a trap, how will the culprit take the bait?’

’If it really is Yang Meiling pulling the strings, her motive is unclear and her methods are covert.’

’If we don’t force her into the open, how can we unmask her?’

’If we don’t drag her out, won’t Old Yuan have suffered for nothing?’

She lowered her head and was silent for a moment.

After a long while, she finally looked up, her gaze like a torch.

"Alright! Dean Song, I’ll do as you say!"

"Let’s do it. I’d like to see just who is so black-hearted that they would dare to plot against my Old Yuan!"

Song Qingya watched her quietly, a flicker of relief in her eyes.

She didn’t say anything more, just gave a slight nod.

Mrs. Yuan gave her another deep look, her eyes filled with gratitude and trust.

Without another word, she pressed her lips together, her expression grave, and turned to stride out.

Old Liu, standing off to the side, had seen it all.

He had been standing a short distance away, pretending to organize a medical chart, but in reality, his ears were pricked up, and he had heard every single word of their conversation.

Now, he quietly closed the folder in his hands.

Only then did he discreetly turn his head to look at his newly appointed Dean.

Sunlight streamed in from the window at the end of the hallway, falling on the side of Song Qingya’s face.

’Tsk, this Dean Song isn’t old, but every word she says is so clear and logical.’

’Her mind is sharp, her thinking is meticulous, her reflexes are lightning-fast, and she’s got some nerve!’

’Truly remarkable!’

Though Old Liu was impressed, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew that the situation was about to get much more complicated.

But he couldn’t help but worry a little.

’What if Mrs. Yuan messes up the act?’

’Will Dean Song become a public target then?’

Song Qingya watched Mrs. Yuan’s back disappear around the corner of the hallway before slowly letting out a breath.

’Thankfully, Mrs. Yuan is reasonable, understands the bigger picture, and is fierce enough.’

’Winning over this key ally is what gives this whole situation a chance to turn around.’

’Otherwise, even with all the clues I have, it would be difficult to move the whole situation forward on my own.’

’Now, all I have to do is wait for the person hiding in the shadows to show their hand...’

When Fei Jin finished dealing with Old Wei’s matter and returned home, it was already noon.

When he pushed open the door, the dust on his shoulders hadn’t yet been brushed off, and his cloth shoes were spattered with mud from the suburban roads.

But the moment he stepped into the courtyard, his expression softened.

Song Qingya was sitting on a small stool under the grape arbor in the yard, flipping through a book.

She was wearing a simple, plain blue qipao, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

A light breeze rustled the grapevines swaying gently overhead.

After listening to Fei Jin briefly recount the matter with the city’s grain station,

Song Qingya smiled faintly, closed her book, and rested it gently on her lap.

"That Old Wei... I bet even as he was being arrested, he still couldn’t figure out how he’d been taken down, plotted against so thoroughly that he didn’t have a single chance to recover."

Old Wei wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last.

Fei Jin sat down next to her, his hand naturally wrapping around her waist and pulling her a little closer into his arms.

"It’s not that his opponents were so brilliant. It’s that he was too greedy and forgot whose territory he was on."

He knew official circles were complex and people’s hearts were hard to read.

But even the most complicated game of chess has its bottom lines and rules.

Old Wei, however, ignored them all, using what little power he had to throw his weight around.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. When he pushed people to the point where they could no longer survive, someone was bound to stand up and oppose him."

’If he hadn’t gone too far and pushed the common people to their breaking point...’

’Why else would an honest man like Li Ping risk everything to report him?’

’The result was that after just one audit, Old Wei fined him three months’ worth of revenue and even had his stove smashed.’

’When an ordinary person who never causes trouble is pushed into a dead end, they can erupt with astonishing courage.’

Even a cornered rabbit will bite.

To say nothing of hundreds or thousands of oppressed people.

Song Qingya nodded, a cold glint in her eyes.

"There are definitely more people like him out there."