Chen Mo slowly regained consciousness from the intense pain. The coldness of the iron cage crept up his spine to the back of his neck. The pungent smell of formalin mixed with the stench of blood seeped into his nasal cavity. The scene before his eyes made his stomach tremble - the child on the operating table was as pale as paper, the disinfection lamp cast a shrill glow on the pale skin, and the doctor, wearing rubber gloves, was holding the cold and gleaming scalpel.
"Stop!" Chen Mo bumped into the iron cage with a clanging sound, and the roar that burst out from his throat was tinged with blood. The doctor didn't even raise his head when the tip of the knife was already pressing against the child's chest. At the critical moment, a dull thump of heavy objects hitting the ground suddenly came from the top of the warehouse. A dark figure broke through the window and hit the doctor precisely with the tranquilizing gun in his hand. Chen Mo took a closer look and found it was Lin Wei, who had been missing for a long time.
"What are you standing there for!" Lin Wei kicked away the doctor, took out the master key and opened the iron cage. "They found you lost and are looking for you all over the world." Chen Mo didn't have time to express his gratitude and rushed to the operating table to check on the child's condition. Fortunately, the anesthetic had not yet been injected and the child was just in a coma. He picked up the child and ran wildly with Lin Wei through the intricate passageways, with gunshots ringing out one after another behind him.
It was only after escaping that Chen Mo learned more truths from Lin Wei. It turns out that the "Ankang Charity Foundation" has long been in collusion with the telecommunications fraud groups in Myanmar, using the collection of information from schools and families as a cover to build a huge database of children's organ matching. The terminal of this database is directly connected to the private medical record systems of some senior leaders. Once there is a match in blood type or organ, the "harvesting program" will be initiated.
"Do you still remember what Su Qing said about 'parts'?" " Lin Wei parked her car by the river and took out a stack of documents from her backpack. "These are what I got by sneaking into the foundation's headquarters. They contain transaction records, transportation routes, and..." She paused for a moment, her expression solemn. "The list of experts involved in organ transplantation even includes the director of the provincial people's Hospital."
Chen Mo opened the document, and his fingers trembled suddenly when he saw a certain name - Zhou Zhengguo, the vice mayor in charge of education in Jiangcheng City, was prominently on the list of "demanders". What is even more disgusting is that every time he completes a "surgery", his account receives a huge "thank-you fee" from Myanmar.
They are too cautious. All transactions are conducted through the encrypted dark web. Lin Wei pulled up the interface on her phone. "This website called 'Blood Market' uses blockchain technology. Every transaction is anonymous and untraceable." But I found that every time they transported organs, the cargo ship would hand over to a yacht flying the Panamanian flag on the high seas.
The two decided to split into two groups. Chen Mo sneaked into the provincial people's hospital, attempting to retrieve the real records of organ transplants from the medical system. Lin Wei then headed to the high seas to track down that mysterious yacht. In the hospital's archives room, after Chen Mohei entered the system, his pupils suddenly constricted. In the past nearly half a year, there had been more than twenty emergency surgeries for "heart failure" and "liver necrosis", and all the patients were high-ranking and powerful officials. The donor information column all showed "voluntary donation".
Just as he was about to copy the data, footsteps were suddenly heard behind him. Chen Mo quickly hid the USB drive and turned around to see the dean with several security guards blocking the door. "Xiao Chen, why are you still working overtime so late?" The dean pretended to smile but his eyes were fixed on Chen Mo's pocket. "I heard you're looking into the organ trade. Don't be misled by those with ulterior motives."
"Dean, these surgical records..." Before Chen Mo could finish speaking, the security guard had already stepped forward and held down his shoulder. The dean slowly took out a document from his pocket: "This is your resignation letter. From today on, you don't have to come to work." Oh, by the way, your wife works at the municipal kindergarten. I heard that the kindergarten is currently being evaluated as a provincial-level model unit...
The threat was obvious. Chen Mo clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost pinching into his palms. Just as the tension was at its peak, Chen Mo's phone suddenly rang. It was an urgent call from Lin Wei: "Chen Mo!" I discovered a shocking secret on the yacht. They not only sell children's organs, but also... Before the words were finished, a violent explosion came from the other end of the phone, followed by a busy signal.