At night, Kuaiser is brightly lit and even more gorgeous than during the day. Bright lights frame the shape of the building, highlighting the aristocratic atmosphere of the city. Some people like to appear at this time the most, and they believe that the night is more of a foil to them than daylight.

Before dinner time, Luna says goodbye to Cavendish and returns home. As soon as I entered the house, I couldn't wait to take off my down jacket, and I took off my sportswear three or two times. These two clothes have not been taken off since they were put on during the day.

After taking a seat at the table with Cavendish on either side, Luna realizes a serious problem. Other customers peeled off their coats, revealing colorful shirts that looked like blooming flowers. And she can't—when it opens, it's something you can't get your hands on.

"You can see that you like this dress very much." Even if it was a down jacket, Cavendish didn't want to mention the word undressing with a lady, so he said it in a euphemistic way.

"Ah, well, yes, and I'm afraid of the cold." Luna walked down the stairs given by the other party, and she couldn't even take off her tracksuit, and there was only underwear left inside.

In a somewhat awkward atmosphere, the two chatted. Cavendish spoke decently, and the content was varied. Luna doesn't know how much she feels, so she can only try to cooperate with the other party, and at the same time, she has to devote some of her energy to withstand the discomfort caused by sweat. After nearly an hour, Luna finally managed to get through her lunch.

In the afternoon, she followed Cavendish to the electronic playground and came into contact with the two-dimensional world for the first time. Racing games, dancing games, billiards games, etc., under the guidance of Cavendis, she temporarily returned to her childhood and enjoyed the fun that she had never had in her childhood. But the more this is the case, the more unreasonable the existence of that down jacket becomes. Fortunately, until the two said goodbye, the other party didn't ask about the clothes again.

Crant takes the clothes from Luna and puts them back in their place. His initial fears were gone.

"You look pleased, miss."

"Huh? Is it? ”

"yes, you came in humming when you came into the house." Put Luna's shoes in the shoe closet, Mobiki said.

Luna didn't realize it. She was no longer as embarrassed as she had been in the morning, but smiled lightly.

"Isn't that nice?"

This unadorned smile made the eyes of Crane and Mobiki light up. Needless to say, I must have had a pretty good time talking to the young master of Zoluz. They happily take Luna to the dressing room on the second floor, forgetting Alex for a moment.

Alex's expression was at odds with the joyful atmosphere, as it had been since he arrived at the mall. After a day of stalking, he attracted the attention of more than N people, and was chased by security guards twice, and he was fooled by both of them, and then continued to track.

Cavendish didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but it didn't mean that the person was safe, Alex knew the scumbag's routine. They cheat on a woman for days, weeks, or even months, plus countless good words and large sums of money, just to. There may be a little more contact after that, but it will definitely be thrown away in the end.

Of course, this is just speculation, and it didn't really happen, but Alex has already made up the plot development in his mind.

*****

"So, you also like each other?"

During dinner, Widkan listened to Luna's report, then Crant and Mobiki's descriptions, and then asked Luna.

"Anyway, it's just not annoying." Luna replied vaguely, filling her mouth with food.

Widkan smiled reassuringly, and that was good. He had just spoken to Headley on the phone, and Cavendish was full of praise for Luna. The first time we met, we had a good impression of each other, wouldn't it be possible to be willing to do so soon? At first, he was worried about whether Luna would be awkward and whether the other party would have an opinion, but now these problems are not there. Things were going so well that he was overjoyed and opened a bottle of wine from his treasure house to celebrate a little.

"With Miss's character, the meaning of this sentence is actually: I like each other a lot." Crant accosted beside him.

"Yes, yes," Mobiki also agreed, "I don't say I hate it, it must be a fancy to it!" ”

Widkan laughed, and Luna was too shy to keep her silent, as if acquiescing to everyone's words. The crowd was talking and laughing, and Vidkan turned his head and noticed the silent Alex.

He didn't say a word and just ate, and everyone didn't seem to listen to what they said, and there was no response. Alex drove Luna out without saying anything, much to Vidkan's surprise.

"What's wrong, Alex? When you talk about Luna, you talk the most. ”

"Well, because the other party ...... That young master is indeed perfect, and I have nothing to say. ”

"Hehehe, even you said that, you can't be wrong."

Of the three servants, Widkan trusted Alex the most. The young man had only been at his house for a few months, the latest to arrive, but he was clever and able to get things done, which made up for Luna's lack of understanding of the world. So Widkan asked him to be Luna's full-time driver, and with him, Luna would be more at ease when she went out. Not only that, but Widkan sometimes listens to Alex when discussing matters about the hospital with Luna, and the young man's unique vision is often very helpful.

"Keep your image, Luna. On Valentine's Day, go skiing. Winter is almost over, so until then, let's leave each other with a good memory. ”

This is Luna's first Valentine's Day, and the first time she agrees with her father's words from the bottom of her heart. Regardless, Luna is looking forward to meeting the other party again. She made up her mind that the next time they met, she would take the initiative and never wear clothes that didn't match her anymore. Let's listen to Crane this time.

After having eaten, Luna went back to her room to study as usual. She pulled a book from the stack of books on the table, her eyes swept over Jessica's picture, and she couldn't help but catch it in front of her. Contrary to her usual slightly sad expression, she looked at Jessica with a smile this time.

If Jessica is here, I'll be sure to cheer myself on. Or maybe she'll find a great boyfriend too.

Putting down the frame, Luna opens the book, grabs her notebook and pen, and gets busy. Her thinking is much better than usual, and her hand speed has improved, and it seems that she will not get tired of writing late today.

*****

At a fast-food restaurant, the man Luna misses is eating. Unlike the elaborate dishes that served Luna at noon, Cavendish ordered simple fries and a burger coke, and changed into his formal attire and wore his favorite casual clothes. At this moment, he is holding a burger in his left hand, regularly putting the burger into his mouth, and holding a mobile phone in his right hand, on which lines of text are displayed, which are emails sent to him by others.

Cavendish stared at the screen, and when he saw the distraction, his left hand slowed down a lot. Half-heartedly watching and eating. After more than twenty minutes, Cavendish finally finished the dinner and read the email.

Putting down the phone, Cavendish rubbed his somewhat flowery eyes and closed his eyes to rest for a while. When he opened his eyes, there was a man in the seat across from him—his friend Jim.

Jim works as a programmer at a software company and is a computer whiz. The information that Cavendish had just read was made by him and sent to Cavendis's mailbox at noon.

After ending his date with Luna, Cavendish returns home, but instead of opening the email immediately, he cleans it of all viruses first. This is what Jim used to prevent information from being stolen, and to get rid of them, you need Jim's own cleaner.

With this done, Cavendish copied the email to his tightly sealed portable hard drive, then went out to find a clubhouse, borrowed the computer inside, and sent the email to another mailbox on his phone. Finally, I took my mobile phone, came to the fast food restaurant, and slowly flipped through it.

"I don't know if it's enough, but that's all I can collect." Jim said apologetically, "The tracker is ready, too." Will you use it? ”

Jim placed a small cardboard box on the table, and Cavendish immediately slipped it into his coat pocket.

"I can practice, and the information is also sufficient, which is much better than I thought."

"It's not that I'm talkative, Kavin, what do you want these things for?" Jim changed his worried tone this time, "The Drug Safety Bureau's EXP drug distribution records in the past two months, can you really read so many words?" ”

After years of reading, Cavendish has developed the ability to read quickly. Those dense small words couldn't help him at all.

"Just verifying a few things."

In response to Jim's question, he took out his phone again and looked at it again. Jim shook his head helplessly.

The two were classmates in junior high school and high school, and they were also friends who talked about everything. Later, Cavendish went to Coyser University to study medicine, and Jim went to another university to study computer science, but they still kept in touch frequently, going out for dinner every once in a while.

Jim knows Cavendish as serious, self-motivated, and a genius with a handsome appearance that attracts the opposite sex. But God doesn't create a perfect man, so he also gave Cavendish a fatal flaw - love to drill the horns.

In my sophomore year, the college organized a mock thesis defense. Cavendish spent half a month coming up with a confident work, and another week analyzing the questions that the lecturers might ask, and made careful preparations. On the day of the mock defense, he explained the content of the paper according to the process, and then waited for the lecturers to ask questions.

What Cavendish didn't expect was that the lecturers just asked a few casual questions, and it was over. When they told Cavendish permission to go, Cavendish froze on the podium as if he hadn't heard. That's perfunctory, isn't it? After asking so many questions that don't hurt or itch at all, is it over?

No, it shouldn't be, because the lecturers are very detailed when the students in front of them answer. is the only one who ends hastily here, and it is clearly aimed at himself. They didn't listen at all, they just wanted to deal with it.

"Wait a minute, I think, we have more to discuss."

Forgetting who the students were, and forgetting the gazes of the other students in the audience, Cavendish asked the lecturers to continue asking questions, and to ask "more in-depth questions." This time it was the lecturer's turn to be stunned, some praised his attitude, but more faintly showed dissatisfaction. In front of a student, being said by a student is obviously unbearable.

They drove Cavendish down with a commanding tone, and Cavendish reluctantly left. Instead of returning to his seat, he left the scene to express his displeasure. A few days later, he told Jim about it.

In Jim's opinion, Cavendish's worries were unnecessary. After all, the defense was in the afternoon, and there were other students in front of him, so the lecturers were too tired. And Cavendish is capable for all to see, and the lecturers know that there are no blind spots in his preparations, so they probably don't plan to spend too much time.

If you change to another student, you probably have fun in your heart. Only Cavendish would have raised it to a matter of principle, offending a couple of lecturers.

Until now, Cavendish has not lessened his drilling energy, but has become more and more serious with the increase in the workload of the hospital, and has escalated into a stubborn character. Jim couldn't understand why Cavendish would go to the trouble of hacking himself into the government system, but also collect information. He had a hunch that his friend was getting into trouble again. With Cavendish's character, he must be wondering how to solve it alone.

"Alright, Carvin, go back and rest early. If you don't understand, call me. ”

"I see."

The two said goodbye to each other. Cavendish walked some distance and stopped a taxi. After telling the driver the location, he fell into deep thought.

Just like Luna's position in Widkan Hospital, Cavendish is an important presence in the White Cross Hospital. In addition to his job as a doctor, he also actively participated in the drug management of the Department of Internal Medicine Area C. As the son of the dean, he could not be satisfied with being a doctor, but also gradually got into the work of management.

What he had just read was the record of the drug safety bureau in Kuaiser distributing EXP drugs to hospitals in the past two months. He needed comparisons to confirm something. Conclusions have emerged, albeit less definitively.

He opened his phone's address book and expertly flipped to a person's name - Tarannath Guriat, the administrator of the pharmacy in Section C of Internal Medicine.

"Sure enough, there's a problem."

Cavendish thought, subconsciously continuing to flip through the address book, and Luna's name came into view. He laughed a little, the girl was really different, even otherworldly. The time we spent together today was very happy, and we washed away all the recent worries. If she can become a partner, it will definitely be a blessing for herself.

*****

The next day, Sunday, Cavendish had only half a day's appointment. He was lucky, not many people came to register in the morning. By half-past eleven, Cavendish had sent off the last patient and found a doctor to replace him. He had an operation in the afternoon, which was expected to start at 1 o'clock, and then he had to attend a colloquium, and then he left work.

Now is the time.

Cavendish washed his hands in his office and headed straight to the Internal Medicine Section C pharmacy on the fourth floor. He looked through the crowd of people queuing for medicine and glanced behind the shop window, but found no sign of Tarannat. Cavendish frowned and walked through the staff entrance into the pharmacy.

The nurses in the room are either busy greeting the patient's family members who are buying medicine, or they are bowing their heads and carefully dispensing or tapping on the keyboard. Cavendish confirmed again, sure enough, Talanath was not there, he should be on duty at this time today, where did he go?

Could it be ......

"Mr. Cavendis, why are you here?"

Before he knew it, next to the door that Cavendish had just walked into, a man in his 30s was standing, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Where have you been during working hours, Taranath?"

"I went to the bathroom." Talanath replied.

People were in a hurry, and Cavendish couldn't say anything more, so he walked out of the pharmacy. As he passed by Talanath, he patted the other man on the shoulder, his tone relaxed.

"Be careful, don't get tired."

Leaving this unclear remark, Cavendish left the pharmacy. As he disappeared into the hallway, Talanath smiled contemptuously, and no one around him noticed that his face, which had been respectful just a moment ago, was becoming extremely sinister.

*****

The hour hand points to 12 o'clock, and the hospital enters its lunch break. Without waiting for the substitutes to come, Taranat walked out of the pharmacy. He was going to take the elevator downstairs, but looking at the elevator that stopped on all floors, he took the stairs instead and walked briskly down to the first floor.

Rather than joining them, Taranath walked out of the hospital building. He then wandered aimlessly between the various buildings of the hospital. After more than ten minutes, he made sure that no one was following him, so he went straight to his destination, No. 1 Drug Warehouse.

The clerks at the warehouse had just changed shifts, and they all knew Taranath, who only said "count the medicines" and was released. In the warehouse, countless cardboard boxes are neatly arranged on rows of numbered shelves, making people dizzy. Talanat found one of the shelves and picked up a cardboard box from it.

Depending on the batch, the box will be refilled to the pharmacy within a week. Talanath opened the cardboard box, took out the 12 pill bottles one by one, and placed them lightly on the ground, revealing the cardboard at the bottom of the box. He ran his hands down the inner wall, inserted his fingers into the gap between the inner wall and the cardboard, and with a little force, he picked the cardboard up.

As the cardboard was removed, what was hidden underneath was revealed—three small sealed plastic bags, each containing a light green powder, squashed under the weight of the vial. Talanath took out all the plastic bags, then restored the bottom of the box, rearranged the vials, sealed the box, and pushed it back into place.

Holding the plastic bag, Talanath walked around and locked on to another cardboard box. This crate is a recent arrival, and it won't be its turn until a long time ago. Tarannath repeated what he had just done, hiding the plastic bag at the bottom of the box.

After finishing the work, he relaxed a lot, stretched his waist, and walked out of the warehouse. The scene outside is still the same, the administrator is hiding in the duty room and playing with the computer. Except for the people from the pharmacy, other medical staff will not come here if they have nothing to do, and it is very safe.

Talanath left the warehouse with peace of mind and went back to the cafeteria to enjoy his lunch. Unbeknownst to him, less than ten minutes after leaving, Cavendish appeared in front of the warehouse door.

"Mr. Cavendis? Is there something wrong with you? The administrator quickly closed the webpage and got up and asked.

"Did anyone come before?"

"It's Talanath from Pharmacy C, he's coming to count the new medicines."

"That's right, I'm here to get the medicine."

"No problem, sir," replied the administrator, "but aren't there usually workers to move it?" ”

"I went to eat at noon, and you know I don't like to wait. It doesn't matter, I can still do this little job. ”

Cavendish often came to carry the medicine himself, so the administrator didn't ask much. He wouldn't have thought that Cavendish had come here to look for something like Taranath.

Before leaving the pharmacy, Cavendish made a seemingly random shoulder pat that left a miniature transmitter on the back of Talanat's shoulder, which he could use to track Talanat's location. These two things were given to him by Jim yesterday.

The transmitter, which is about the size of grit, can self-destruct through the self-destruct signal sent by the receiver, and then turn into real grit. Cavendish didn't know how to use it, so Jim made several transmitters for him to practice.

Cavendish marked Talenaut's whereabouts on the receiver and tracked him. As a result, he also went around the hospital in a big circle before entering the warehouse. Talanath stayed in for a long time, staying the longest in both positions.

The things in the warehouse that are worth the time are these cardboard boxes. According to the two positions, Cavendish opened all the cardboard boxes that he thought were suspicious in the vicinity, took out the medicines, and pulled out the cardboard at the bottom of the boxes, and examined them carefully. After a busy day from the first position to the second, he found what Taranath was hiding.

Three sealed plastic bags containing light green powder were presented to Cavendish, and he picked one up and looked at it for a long time, unable to see what it was. Medicines? If so, it is too suspicious to be in such an unmarked plastic bag, and it is even more strange to hide it in the middle of the bottom compartment.

*****

In the documents provided by Jim, Cavendish focused on examining the EXP drugs distributed by the Cousser Drug Safety Bureau to four White Cross hospitals in January and December, and there was no such thing as "EXP concoction". He checked the records of several other hospitals, but there were none.

According to the requirements of the EXP ban, anything involving EXP is strictly controlled by the government, and even more so medicines. In YDI, various EXP drugs are regularly rationed to hospitals by the municipal drug safety authorities. If there is a special need, there is a series of troublesome procedures. Judging from the records of other hospitals, there is no change in the distribution time of EXP.

Cavendish was not usually in charge of this until a month ago, when a patient complained to the hospital, and Cavendish received him. After an angry statement, the patient pulled out the evidence in his hand - an infusion bottle with some greenish liquid left in it. It is because of the use of this bottle for infusion that the patient not only does not cure the disease, but increases the feeling of splitting headache.

"I'm so sorry, but we'll take care of it."

After an hour of chattering, Cavendish satisfied the patient and went into his office with the bottle. There is a set of laboratory equipment in the house. Cavendish operated in front of the device for a while and detected the presence of EXP in it. After further comparison, he concluded that this should be the same as EXP.

And in the drug ratio written on the infusion bottle, there is no such thing at all.

Dispensing the wrong medicine is a serious medical malpractice. Thinking that there would be a dispute next, Cavendish sighed. Now, he had to find out how the concoction was mixed into the infusion bottle. It is also necessary to grasp the stock of the same adjustment in the hospital.

Persisting until the lunch break, Cavendish dragged his tired body, ate a simple bite to eat in the cafeteria, returned to the office, and checked the hospital's drug management records through the computer. I checked it for a long time. He found that the last time the hospital received EXP drugs was in November last year, and the EXP concomitant was used up in early December last year.

Cavendish put down his hands and thought about the reasons for this: the wrong records, the entry into the hospital through other channels, the patient's own directive, all of which were possible. Cavendish was a good doctor, but he was a layman when it came to investigating, so he had to resort to the most direct method of questioning the person in charge of the business.

That man was none other than Taranath.

Cavendish was straightforward in his question, whether the EXP concoction was really used up, how to keep it in normal times, and asked Talenath to produce a detailed record of the use of the drug.

"The same dispenser ran out on December 6 last year, and there was no stock," Tarlanath said after checking the records, "at least not in our pharmacy in District C, and the next time it will be in April." ”

Each record is written down according to the regulations, there are no problems, and the destination is also for treatment, and there is no other use. This further increased Cavendish's doubts.

"Got it, thank you."

"By the way, Mr. Cavendis, we were going to get some roxithromycin, could you do me a favor?" We're too busy right now," Tarannath pleaded.

"Yes."

Cavendish went to the warehouse and moved two boxes of roxithromycin to the pharmacy, which was 20 minutes. Then he went back to his office, intending to take a break and think about what to do in the future. As a result, he was dumbfounded by what he saw.

The infusion bottle is gone.

Cavendish rummaged through the cabinets and searched for a long time, but he was gone, and he couldn't find it. Before he left the office, the bottle was still on the table, and someone took it? Maybe. I was in too much of a hurry just now, maybe the door was not locked. In that case, who would it be?

He hurriedly turned on the computer and wanted to find the surveillance video through the software inside. There are four cameras at different angles in the office, and there is also a camera above the door facing the corridor outside, and there are no dead spots in all directions, and this intruder will definitely be filmed.

But he encountered an accident again: the software was damaged and could not be opened, and the video could not be read.

Cavendish was not well. Regardless of whether the door lock is unlocked, the computer has a password. Could it be that this intruder cracked the password and then destroyed the software in more than half an hour of going out on his own? It's almost impossible. He went out of his way to ask Jim to write a saver for his computer, and his friend promised that even the most powerful hacker would take at least an hour to open.

One morning, Cavendish was confronted with a chain of events, and his train of thought could no longer keep up. After calming down for a few minutes, he reorganized what had happened: complaints came to the door, the medicine bottle was abnormal, he went out to inquire, the medicine bottle was taken away, and the monitoring program was damaged...... As a result of the analysis, he determined that it was the same person who took the pill bottle and destroyed the surveillance, and it is unknown what sophisticated means were used. And the identity of this person is probably only one.

"Talanath."

A few days later, the hospital settled the dispute by placing the blame on the nurses and doctors who dispensed the medications. Since then, Cavendish has been observing Taranath's movements, consciously or unconsciously, but has never seen any clues. He's not good at scouting. It took a month for him to realize that he needed to find a way to find out where he was when he wasn't at the pharmacy, so he found Jim.

Now, armed with the strange plastic bag, combined with the information given by Jim, Cavendish confirmed his judgment. Taranath had something to hide from him, from the entire hospital. Young people's sense of responsibility is burning at the moment. He decided to continue collecting evidence, find out the truth on his own, find out what the hell this tarannath was up to, and report it to his father.

Three months later, he regretted it – the secret behind it was much more than he had ever imagined.