The stairwell was quiet except for the soft echo of Lian’s steps.
Concrete walls. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The faint smell of antiseptic drifting down from the hospital floors above.
Kai’s voice came through the earpiece, calm and steady. “You’re almost there. Third floor landing should be coming up.”
Lian reached the landing and stopped beside the door. She listened first.
Footsteps somewhere down the hall.
A rolling cart.
Someone coughing.
Normal hospital sounds.
“Hallway clear?” she asked quietly.
“Checking cameras,” Kai said.
A few seconds passed.
“You’ve got one nurse walking away from the stairwell toward the west wing. No one else nearby.”
Lian pushed the door open slightly and slipped into the hallway.
Bright white light filled the corridor. The kind that made everything feel sterile and distant.
Patient rooms lined one side. Frosted glass windows and closed doors. Machines beeped softly behind them.
She walked like she belonged there. Not too fast. Not too slow.
Kai spoke again. “Server room is down the hall on your left. Access door requires badge entry.”
“Can you open it.”
“Working on it.”
Lian reached the door and stopped beside a cleaning cart parked against the wall. She picked up a pair of latex gloves from the cart and slipped them on.
“Now would be a great time,” she murmured.
Kai laughed quietly in her ear. “You’re very demanding tonight.”
The keypad beside the door blinked.
Then it turned green.
“There you go,” Kai said.
She opened the door and stepped inside.
The server room was colder than the hallway. A low hum filled the air as rows of machines blinked with small green and blue lights.
Lian closed the door behind her.
“Alright,” Kai said. “Give me a second to connect.”
She walked slowly between the server racks, scanning the room out of habit.
No one inside.
No cameras.
“Plug in your relay,” Kai said.
Lian pulled a small device from her pocket and connected it to one of the network ports on the wall.
The device lit up.
Kai immediately started working.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “This is a big system.”
“What are you seeing.”
“Patient databases. Staff schedules. Pharmacy logs.” His voice sharpened with interest. “And something else.”
Lian leaned against the rack, waiting.
Kai continued typing rapidly.
“Found a restricted partition,” he said. “Hidden directory. That’s probably where they moved the missing files.”
“Can you get in.”
“Of course I can get in,” he said. “I’m just being polite about it.”
She waited in silence while the faint hum of the servers filled the room.
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After about thirty seconds Kai spoke again.
“Okay. I’m inside.”
“What do the files say.”
There was a pause.
Then Kai exhaled slowly.
“Yeah. These are definitely the records they tried to hide.”
Lian straightened slightly.
“Explain.”
“I’m looking at the detailed reports for the patients who received the compound,” he said. “Every case shows the same progression.”
“Symptoms.”
“Starts mild. Fever. Fatigue. Elevated inflammation markers.”
“That sounds ordinary.”
“It does,” Kai said. “Until about forty eight hours later.”
Lian waited.
“Then their immune system goes completely off the rails.”
“How.”
“Massive inflammatory response,” he said quietly. “Organs start failing.”
She didn’t speak.
Kai kept scrolling through the data.
“They were tracking everything,” he continued. “Blood markers. Genetic profiles. Reaction times.”
“Testing.”
“Yeah,” Kai said.
Lian’s voice stayed calm.
“How many total patients.”
“Hold on.”
More typing.
“Across the hospital network?” he said. “Looks like thirty one so far.”
“Deaths.”
“Seven confirmed.”
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Machines continued humming around her.
Then Kai spoke again.
“There’s more.”
“What.”
“I found the approval chain for the trial authorization.”
Lian pushed away from the server rack.
“Name.”
Kai read the file.
“The medical research oversight request came from an external partner.”
“Which partner.”
He clicked into another document.
“The Han Medical Research Foundation.”
The words hung quietly in the air.
Lian didn’t react right away.
Kai continued carefully.
“The hospital administrators approved it because the foundation funded the program.”
Her voice came out steady. “Who signed the approval.”
Kai looked again.
“One of the hospital directors.”
“Doctor Han?”
“No,” Kai said. “Different Han. Same foundation though.”
Lian absorbed the information without saying anything.
Kai kept scanning the files.
“Wait,” he said suddenly.
“What.”
“There’s a messaging log attached to the program.”
“Internal.”
“No,” Kai replied. “External communication between the foundation and someone inside the hospital.”
“Read it.”
Kai opened the messages.
“They’re short,” he said. “Mostly updates about patient reactions.”
“Sender.”
“Foundation account.”
“Recipient.”
“Senior physician.”
“Name.”
Kai paused.
“Doctor Zhou.”
Lian thought for a moment.
“Department.”
“Immunology.”
That made sense.
Kai leaned back in his chair somewhere across the city.
“This guy has been reporting patient responses directly to the foundation,” he said.
“Does he know what the compound really is.”
“Hard to say,” Kai replied. “His messages are very clinical. He’s just describing symptoms and lab results.”
“Not asking questions.”
“No.”
Lian looked around the server room again.
“How often are the injections given.”
Kai checked the schedule.
“Depends on the patient. But new doses are administered every few days.”
“Next batch.”
“Tomorrow morning,” he said.
She nodded to herself.
“Download everything.”
“Already doing it.”
The small relay device blinked faster as data transferred.
Kai spoke again after a minute.
“Alright. I’ve got the files.”
“Good.”
“Disconnect and get out of there.”
Lian unplugged the relay and slipped it back into her pocket.
“Camera status,” she asked.
Kai checked.
“Still clear in the hallway.”
She opened the door and stepped back into the corridor.
Everything looked the same as before.
A nurse walked past pushing a cart full of medication trays.
A man sat outside one of the patient rooms staring down at his phone.
Normal.
Lian headed back toward the stairwell.
Kai’s voice softened slightly.
“You know,” he said, “there are real people in those rooms.”
“I know.”
“They think they’re being treated.”
“Yes.”
Kai didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he asked quietly, “What do we do next.”
Lian reached the stairwell door and pushed it open.
The quiet concrete stairwell swallowed her footsteps again.
“We find the doctor,” she said calmly.
“And we make him explain.”
